Do you ever get a glimpse of someone else’s life and start romanticizing how lovely it is?
Recently, that happened to me- for just an instant, anyway.
When my mom and brother Kiner were here this past weekend, we went to visit my aunt- my mom’s sister- who lives about 40 minutes from me.
I don’t see my aunt all that often. Our lives are very different, and we are both busy in our own little worlds.
My aunt’s world is not one I usually admire. She’s had a hard life: teen pregnancy, domestic abuse, divorce, a mentally ill child, money problems, a grandchild at age 32 (OMG- totally not kidding), and most recently breast cancer. To name a few.
She’s handled it all with grace and a smile. A good sense of humor. A resilient spirit.
Recently her passion has been running a greenhouse on her property, which is where we visited her on Saturday.
Even the bags of dirt looked cheerful.
Marin was so excited to wear her new gardening gloves, that- on the way there- she fell asleep with them on. She loves her gardening gloves… and digging in dirt.
The wee little sprouts, popping through the soil, looked so fresh and hopeful.
The vibrant colors of the plants a little further in their growing were cheering.
It was a lovely way to spend a chilly spring afternoon. We packed a picnic. We got dirty. Kiner even talked to my uncle about buying a greenhouse. What was involved, costs for heating/cooling, etc. (He’s always up for a new project.)
We were all charmed, I think.
But then I looked across the rows and rows and rows of things growing, things needing to be watered, tended to, groomed, and cared for.
Rows and rows and rows of plants that would die if not given proper attention.
And then I realized that my aunt planted ALL OF THAT. (The next photo is half of her greenhouse).