Finding comfort in the garden
Although my garden is still young and unwieldy, still very far from a comforting retreat. I have been finding lots of comfort there. The labor of clearing brush and weeding has seemed to give me some strength when now I feel like I have none and am completely helpless.
My Husbands little brother died tragically on the 23rd of last month in a car accident. He was so young only 23 and one of the kindest people I have ever known. We had been at his parentÂs house for a couple of days and the yard had been thoroughly neglected. Apron returning it seemed so daunting to even step outside in the heat but the past couple of days I have found a sense of calm and distraction in working there.