A bright day with a cold breeze.
Motherhood means...
...realising suddenly that the garden you dug out of the campo seven years ago - pregnant and feeling it - has ceased to be a burden, a blot on your conscience, a toddler deathtrap, and has become, miraculously, a living playground and unparalleled learning resource.
Hurray - what a lovely way of looking at a garden!
ReplyDeleteRough digging ain't on any list of pregnancy exercises I've ever seen...
ReplyDeleteYou were a very ambitious pregnant lady. But I guess that fits with your whole Italian adventure, doesn't it? Lovely that the garden is now available for the kids. My grandkids have learned a lot already just from playing in my garden, and soon we will plant some things they can enjoy growing.
ReplyDeleteGive them some marigold seeds to keep them busy but apart.
ReplyDeleteThat is a lovely thought! Mine is still a little too much work for me at times. I need to readjust my attitude!
ReplyDeleteThat sounds so nice. Sweet success. ^^
ReplyDelete....And a stunning panorama of Lake Maggiore from your garden seat!!
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