As the garden continues to show evidence of rebirth, and new plants and seeds go up on the hill for summer dinners and canning my Grandmother’s sauce, there is a secret place hidden under my lilacs in the perennial beds…
It’s a spot that only a trained eye could see well, but that I always know is there, another reminder of the little girl in me that itched for a fairy garden of her own–along with that tree house, but that’s another post.
This is not to say that I believe in fairies, or to talk about anything of that sort. This is about the belief in making a little magic happen for yourself, in opening up a space to let it happen, in freeing up a little room for creativity and light and fun–and new beginnings.
I live in a house emanating masculine energy…it’s full of boys. I love that.
But…
Sometimes a girl needs to be a girl. If that means getting down in the dirt, chin resting on my hands and a smile on my face, the scent of lilacs wafting around me, while tiny fairy images and stepping stones look back at me…in a place no soccer ball can conquer? Okay. In fact, I like that.
Like me, they are waking up to a season full of possibility. There is so much growth yet to come…
XOX,
C.
