We slipped the keys through the mail opening at our old house last night. It was a blessing/drag to have the opportunity to move the garden over a month. Kitson dug the remaining potatoes quickly and got a touch sweaty. I sat there pregnant and looked around. Fields of ripe kale, chard, and tomatoes were left behind.
Just in time, our new garden is beginning to show signs of food. The transplanted strawberries, raspberries, kale, chard, arugula, and lavender all seem to love it here. "Irrigation," they sigh. Next we have to figure out how to shut the darn tap off.
The last few weeks I've been admiring the beauty of the backyard. It just seemed so lacking for food! We're not used to landscaping but we are used to having the ability to pick something to have with dinner, if not our entire meal.
I imagine the work involved in owning more than one home. Who wouldn't like a vacation getaway (but oh the maintenance)? It is good to be reduced down to one home.
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