Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone at home?
Come on, now,
I hear you’re feeling down.
Well I can ease your pain
Get you on your feet again.
I’ll need some information first.
Just the basic facts.
Can you show me where it grows?
I am sorry. I abandoned you all. But I had good reason. I needed a break. A good long break.
My world, as we knew it, has changed astronomically since we last talked. And in a really, really good way. So let’s take a trip (not that kind of trip) in Hanna’s Way-Back-Machine.
When last we spoke, it was August. My husband was gone, my tomatoes were being ravaged, and I was working 70-80 hours per week. Life was interesting. And that is putting it mildly. Actually, it just kind of sucked all round.
Lots of things happened since that time. Some I will share, some just are not your damn business. But let’s just say that all of it culminated it me needing a break. A nice long break.
So let’s talk about good things.
Once upon a time I talked about dreams. And I am fairly certain for any gardener a giant dream is making money from gardening. Any “beyond my wildest dreamsâ€ dream for a gardener is making enough money to live off of gardening. Well, hold on to your panties ladies and gentlemen (and if you gentlemen have panties, return them to their lady owners ASAP or just don’t tell me about it), I am there. For the better part of 3 years, I put in the equivalent of a second part (and many times full) time job to be able to accomplish that. In August (note when I stopped writing here — sorry, I was tired of doing oh so much for way too long), I quit my day job and became a full fledged, money making, garden guru. How awesome is that?
My break from this blog can only be described to gardeners in terms of an August garden. You spent so much time up until August cleaning and grooming and working, that you just need a break and you let it all go to pot just so you can enjoy the beauty of what you have created.
So now, this is my life. I wake up every day now and all I have to do is write about gardening. Could you really ask for more?
It turns out you can.
My hubby is home. It was hard and it was worth it. If the last 12 months have taught me anything, it is that shit, even the good shit, does not come free. The real things in life have a cost, and the cost is worth it. I had a good marriage before. A solid marriage. But you always have questions. I don’t have questions anymore, and that means a lot in terms of marital bliss.
And, with all those questions out of the way, my husband and I (with the blessing of our three lovely male children) decided that while we had everything we could ask for, we were missing something still. So as we speak, and as I run around in frantic circles like a chicken with its head cut off trying to locate obscure but important information, my family is going through the process of adopting a child. A girl. I love my boys, but a woman can only take so much dinosaurs, Star Wars and swords before she decides that a future with the possibility of dress up, prom dresses and un-peed on toilet seats looks mighty fine.
And then there is spring. It is here and it does spring hope on an eternal basis. Today the temps in Cleveland were up over 60F. Don’t worry, it will be snowing next week, I am sure. But today it felt like it was time to get back out into the world. There were snowdrops blooming and the top on my convertible was down.
Welcome back world. This garden has missed you terribly.