Great news under the circumstances.
You've survived worse.
Thoughts and prayers when I lay me down to sleep tonight.
You've survived worse.
Thoughts and prayers when I lay me down to sleep tonight.
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Free mulch is an amazing thing. The best I found around here is $15/ton for whole shredded trees, delivered.
I spent two days tearing out bat guano infested walls, not a fan of the fresh!!
The overpass reminds me of parts of Texas where they don't want my kind. I'll yippie kai yay elsewhere
I finally found a break in the chaos to take a walk down your garden path. Hoping to finish the 11 pages before we have to report for my husband's open heart surgery tomorrow morning.
I am in awe of your sanctuary! Actually, we both are in awe. It's a space after our own hearts. I can already hear his brain churning out plans for that water garden he's been trying to talk me into for the balcony. We've been in this tiny apartment for nine years and only had one calm year for container gardening before his health went so crazy. Now that I'm playing with living organic soil I think I'll plan another round of containers for next spring. You have inspired me again.
When I look at the before photos and then stroll through the lovely afters my heart explodes with joy. I miss my garden paths and our ponds. Thank you for this thread.
Back to reading now.
Susan
I know just how you feel. Before we moved into this cozy apartment with just a balcony we had a house with a lovely garden that I had coaxed over twenty years and was filled with blooming plants - heritage iris from my mother, peonies rescued from a deceased neighbor's home when the new owners planned to trash them, herbs and perennials I loved dearly and a gorgeous koi pond with a garden railroad to keep Dale entertained.
When we lost the house it was in such disrepair that we donated it to the local fire department. They played fireman games and demolished the structure. Then they cut everything down and buried it under three feet of gravel to bring it level so they could use it as a parking lot. I still stop periodically to stand in that desolate lot and listen for the ghostly peals of laughter that used to always be found there. Life moves on.
Keep focusing on that special someone who would appreciate the peaceful paradise you and Mark have created there. Keep thanking the cosmos for leading that perfect candidate to you and try not to be surprised when they show up. From my perspective it's a treasure waiting to be discovered.