The close of April is hear, and it has been full of color here at our wabi-sabi cottage. Everything is waking up after a harsher-than-usual winter in the Kansas City Metro.
The garden is going in, greening up, filling out. Garlic and parsnips, walking and green onions, clamored through the winter and are flourishing. Vegetable beds are sown. Pepper and tomato plants mature on the kitchen window sill.
The daffodils are reclaimed from unproductive clumps of bulbs found in the side yard lawn. Divided and reestablished, they are as prolific as anything that grows in our dirt.
As the vegetable garden demands more of my time, I am happy to be surrounded by such lavish colors, so many of them gifted to us, or brought with us from our old home. Summer blooms have been divided and moved and tended.
Making a garden of saved and bought and brought and gifted and traded things fits well around our little wabi-sabi cottage, as we hobble together our home and our wabi-sabi life together on our little plot of dirt.