Part of the swirl that I've been caught up in these months has to do with an impending move. It was never the plan to live in our current house forever, but the week after New Years we found a notice in the mail box that spurred us to action. We renovated, spruced, listed and sold. We explored neighbourhoods and looked into schools. We hunted, pondered, wondered and finally bought. All in just nine weeks. We're exhausted.
As I wandered the backyard yesterday, it hit me. This is the last time I'll see the blue Muscari under the apple tree. That young plumb tree might fruit for the first time this year, but someone else will (I hope) harvest its fruit. When I trimmed back the peonies last fall, I had no idea that I'd never see those deep pink blooms again. Suddenly all the spring blooms and early green shoots are even more precious than usual.
There will be a new yard, a blank canvas. But this was my first garden. I know the ways the light dances through the leaves and I will miss it.
Joining the Sunlit Sunday fun at My Little Home and Garden.