I am in the final stages of getting the rest of my things out of my former house. Some "things" I came back home with in the last few weeks are some daffodil bulbs, some peonies, irises, and a small sprout from a beautiful lilac bush that is now taller than I am. I planted all these things during our marriage, and I hate leaving the majority of them there, but . . . I don't want to lay waste to the gardens I am leaving behind, although I know they are growing up in weeds. Besides, my gardens are (were) so extensive that it would be more work than I want to think about right now to move everything. So, I am taking small pieces of my most-loved flowers to start anew. At the same time, I am finding solace in cleaning out my mother's old long-neglected flower beds, and adding my things in with hers. I almost feel like Mary in the Secret Garden every time I discover something new making its way out of the soil.
Now . . . if I could just find someone else besides me to mow the lawn. That was at least one thing hubby did do! I guess I miss that, too. :-)