Walk With Me…

Ahhhh, remember the days when I used to take you on garden walks? Well, I got a quick photo the other day of the old garden. Brace yourselves.

Renovation of the old house spills into the garden.

I mourn for several reasons. It is very real that my garden is no longer mine, but I am not sure I can ever stop saying “my garden.” I am also happy for several reasons. It is delightful that someone purchased this home and is finally going to save it from collapse. Believe me, it was on its way at the rate it was being neglected, and please understand that I was a mirror of the home — the state I was in. I was being cared for about as well as the home was.  Oh, I cleaned and kept the house full of love, but there were things and people needing attention and it just was not happening.  I don’t want to belabor this sorrowful fact, but it does seem to need clarification when I talk about the state of the house.  A marriage is not made of one person.  Anger does not fix problems.  I have heard from people who are involved with the house now that part of the home was being held up by a “stick.”  I used to worry about things I was seeing in our home, but when I brought it up I was met with anger.  It was “NOT A PROBLEM!!”  What could I do?  I was being held up by a tiny stick as well.  It is a wonder I did not cave before I finally got out of the dark place I was living in, literally and emotionally.  I am only now realizing just how sick and mentally exhausted I was upon leaving.

That said, I am now the happiest I have ever been. I love studying something new, playing music (did another open mic the other night!), house hunting, my dear Jason and the garden we are planning together, and the list goes on. In fact, Jason and I went to Chuy’s last night to enjoy a meal and to talk.

Have you been to Chuy’s? Oh my goodness gracious! I love the way it is decorated. It is a Mexican restaurant chain that was started in Austin, Texas. Look at the photos and you will see what I mean…

Yum!
Tribute to Elvis.

In other news, I am heading into the weekend having spent some free time shopping for the shop this week. Tomorrow is the day I open Sidetracked!  My happy place!  I am working hard to finish all school work for the week. Monday will start a new chapter in our textbook. Sigh. I am a bit behind this week, I admit.  Anyway, I had a lot of fun out shopping for the shop. I also wire-wrapped a few more stones. I saw an inspiring sign while out shopping. I spent some of my study time at Foster’s Market in Durham, another yummy place to just relax and take in some quiet time.  So life this week has been as crazy as this paragraph just sounded!  A bit of shopping, a bit of studying, a bit of shopping, studying, working…

Be Your Beautiful Self
The little garden area in front of Foster’s Market.
The little garden area in front of Foster’s Market.
The little garden area in front of Foster’s Market.
More wire-wrapped stones. Kambaba Jasper and Dalmation Jasper.

I better close here.  Much more to do before the week ends!

Enjoy this day.

Lynn

14 thoughts on “Walk With Me…”

  1. So sad…the garden and what you were enduring. But you have risen above it…you never know what life will bring! And you have your beautiful children/grandchildren also!!
    Nice pics….I love Mexican food. (So much healthier than my food!) Good luck with your store opening!
    xo xo Andrea

    1. Andrea, thanks! Yes. While there were a lot of joys (my babies), there was a lot of darkness in that house. So sad. 🙁 It is a very sweet home with lots of love to be found there, so I am very glad it is being fixed up! xoxo Lynn

  2. So sorry to see the state your garden is in but it’s great someone is fixing up the house.
    I am so glad you are happier now Lynn!
    Take care and good luck with your shop!
    Robin

  3. My goodness Lynn, what a change. You and I walked through your little garden many times, didn’t we. The garden in front of Foster’s Market reminds me a little of your garden. I know you. It won’t be long before you have another garden to walk through, with Jason. That is a pretty restaurant and lots of food on your plates! I love you Lynn. Mom

    1. Yes, we did. I miss it, but am thankful to be in a brighter place. Thank you for always being there for me! Love you! ~Your girl PS – I get the same vibe at Foster’s as my old garden as well. Maybe that is why I love it so much!

  4. So proud of you and happy for you. What are you taking in school? Thanks for the kind comments about my weight loss journey. Wishing you the best my sweet cousin. Alway be your beautiful self. Love you

  5. Dear Lynn,
    What a bittersweet post. My heart aches for your losses. I’m glad that someone will be fixing up your lovely old place. I think we leave bits and pieces of ourselves every time we move on and we wouldn’t want it any other way. I know you will have another garden someday soon that will rival the first. You are so gifted with growing things.

    That garden at Fosters looks so much like the wild garden. How beautiful. You my friend are one of the flowers in my life and I thank you for that. Sending you special hugs and I’m so happy that there is someone taking care of you and filling your life with happiness. You deserve the very best. Hugs and much care, Valerie

    1. Valerie, thank you so much! You are one of the flowers in my life as well! I appreciate your very kind words. I struggle with many emotional demons over the moves I have made in the last six years, but they are rearing their ugly heads less and less. I love the thought to just “forgive yourself, forgive everyone else, move on and never look back!” I think of you so often! Love and hugs! Lynn

  6. Oh! Lynn, I know how it feels to leave a garden, several gardens! I remember your little wild garden. I nicknamed one of my gardens the same as I was trying to make something with nothing out of a little plot at a rented house. I love it just the same. Now I am preparing to move again, hoping for the last time. Or at least a good long time. As I was scrolling down, I saw the picture of your paternal great-grandmother and was struck by how much you look like her!

    1. Hi, Jenn! Yes, the wild garden was real special to me. I am excited about finding a house that is mine. I will love growing a garden again from scratch! I have wondered too how much I look like my paternal great-grandmother, judging by that picture. I actually remember her. I was about 4 or 5, I guess, and she was nearly 100. So I don’t have clear memories of her, but I do remember being in a car with her when I was little. It’s a vague memory. There, of course, are not many pictures of her, but I see the resemblance too in that photo! I hope you are having a great week! xo Lynn

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