I love landscaping. I wish everything came as naturally to me as it does.
This love was passed down to me by my Dad. As long as I can remember he was working in the yard.
I remember being awakened at ungodly hours of the morning ( 8 AM is ungodly to a 12 year old! ) to go out and help him weed beds, transplant plants, edge beds or mow the lawn.
How I hated it! And at the same time loved it! Those are times I will carry with me forever, I start to tear up just typing this.
Many of the plants in my yard came from transplanting "splits" from his house. I love that. I love that people love my yard, although I am terrible at showing that!
My yard is a place I can go to be alone, play with Will, sit by a fire with Lys, enjoy the company of friends and sometimes all of those things at the same time.