Leaving a garden you’ve cultivated for years is hard. I planted nearly every plant in the garden with my bare hands (literally because I tend not to wear gloves). I learned a ton about Missouri plants, pollinators, and gardening in general over the nearly 10 years I spent in that garden. I also miss my house, but it is really the garden that I grieve. It’s not gone, but it is no longer mine. My hope is the the new owners are enjoying it and take it to the next phase of evolution. I definitely left the land richer than when I got it and I think if we all did that the world would be much better. I’m taking time to accept and learn our new land so that I can again transform it into something beautiful, nurturing, and healthy. I’m sure there is a metaphor there somewhere for my own growth as well.