Missing My Gardens . . . But Still Finding Solace

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.  :-)