Home is where the garden is

There are so many things I have wanted to write, could write, but simply lacked the stamina to apply any mental energy here.  Last week was “Back to School” week for all four of us, I’d better face the fact that this summer has come to a close.

Here’s one thing I can say about returning – Home is most certainly where the garden is!  The fact that this year’s bounty is from a garden that was given to us in our own backyard astounds me each time I see and pick from it.  The friends who made this happen know us well.  They understand that nothing could root us more swiftly and deeply than working in, picking, and eating from the garden.  Imagine my reaction upon entering the backyard to find tomatoes (18 plants!), eggplant, broccoli, kale, basil, spinach, cucumber, cauliflower.  “Mom!  Mom!  Someone has planted your garden!” Simon called out as my tears began to flow.

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Before we even entered our house there were familiar corners to inspect.  Yes, the squirrels have spared us a few raspberries.  “Look…we’re gonna have a good apple year!”  And even our front door smiled out a welcome.

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Those first weeks were a flurry of reunions, many that looked like this:

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We indulged in missed foods. Bagels! Smoothies!

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We celebrated birthdays and sent Simon off to camp.

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The weeks ticked by and here it is September.  How can it be that time moves so swiftly in this place and culture?  I’m fighting it and watching it unfold at the same time.  Nothing reminds me of that more than the launch of a new school year.  Elsa Ruth is a third grader and Simon is braving sixth grade at middle school.

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During these past months I would have liked more than anything for time to crawl or even stall!  But it chugs along and I see that time is a puzzle in our friends lives too as people face major events.  We watched as dear friends uprooted and moved far away.  Others hang on every minute as they wait for a clear treatment for their hospitalized child.  It’s enough to make you want to yell “Stop! Stop!”

Just like every year, I am reminded that one remedy for that run-away time feeling is a garden.  With a counter like this and more outside the work required from our hands is comforting, tangible, and slow.  Time – we are eating it, seeing it, working it.  This 2016 harvest is the gift of home, nourishment for the body and soul.

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9 thoughts on “Home is where the garden is

  1. Hi Aunt Amy, Uncle Scott and cousins.
    We are playing with Grandma Nancy today and Gail came by and told us there was a new post. How nice of your friends to plant your garden and fix things up in your house. We started new schools this week too. Espen in 1st grade and Freya in preschool. Freya can ride on the the trail bike behind Mama going to and from and Espen can walk or bike – it is only 1 block. We are loving Minnesota apples and we went to the State Fair. We love you. Espen and Freya

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  2. 💕 love having you and family back. I wish time would slow down as well. Looking forward to making pesto together. If you need any help canning you know who to call 😉 Garden 💕

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  3. Dear Amy, Great to see your update! Do you want to look at dates for a visit this fall? The weekends are starting to get busy but we would love to see/host you! We had a fun lunch at Dorothy/Cory’s on Sunday- what cute kids and a great house they have! Xo,

    Kristen

    Please forgive iPad brevity!

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  4. I have been waiting for your home post! Beautiful photos and beautiful faces. End of summer is bittersweet, but so glad you have such a harvest to soften the blow. It is also wonderful to see how friendships cultivated and tended over time can also blossom into literal gardens as well as figurative.

    Love to all of you, and enjoy your end of summer!

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  5. "English is the result of Norman men-at-arms attempting to pick up Saxon barmaids and is no more legitimate than any of the other re&;sts.lquotu– H. Beam Piper, Fuzzy Sapiens

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