Green thumb-no garden.

My husband and I moved up to Charlotte last year around the same time our youngest left for college. We live in a lovely little town home community just south of the city and have been slowly  remodeling; room by room. It’s been fun, busy and all in all a pretty smooth transition.

But town home living comes with it’s restrictions, and I have already come face to face with the one that’s going to bug me the most. We are not allowed to plant ANYTHING!!!! outside of our own private patio area.

Now trust me, I get it. They want the place to look a certain way and definitely don’t want some homeowner planting an herb garden by their front door only to let it go wild…

I get it, I get it, I get it, I hate it.

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When I was born I’m sure I was all pink with the exception of one of my thumbs. Not to imply that I’m a master gardener by any stretch, I just LOVE gardening and flowers and I miss not having my hands deep in the dirt.

I am a gardener at heart with no garden at home..

..which is exactly how I would describe what it feels like when your last child flies the coop. My entire adult life has been centered on raising our four kids..and when the last one left, well there I was- suddenly standing on a concrete slab with boots on my feet and clippers in my hand but not one weed to pull, one tomato to pluck, one six pack of annuals to plant in freshly tilled soil.

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Not that we haven’t been busy with “other things”..we have.

Not that I’m not happy.. I am.

Not that I feel like shoveling manure today… I really don’t.

But I am a gardener,

and I miss tending my precious roses.

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3 comments

  1. I am not at all a gardener, just a lover of a handful of houseplants. I can imagine how restrictive this must feel. I have a friend whose husband loves gardening and expanded to other family members yards to not overdo his own. Hoping you find a way to carry on this wonderful hobby.

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