I spy… an itty bitty artist.
I can’t even begin to describe how much better life has been since I decided to take on all this yard work. It’s been a lot easier to “stop being so hard on yourself”, as my mom would put it, than I thought. Letting go of the pressure and putting all the focus on this home and on M has been the best decision I’ve made in a long time. I do enough, more than enough. And even though I’m always wanting more, it seems what I’ve want, is slowly re-directing. I’ve found a nice little balance here and things just feel more right because of it. I feel like I’ve gotten a lot of my creativity back, not that it ever fully left, but now ideas are just pushing in and out of my head all day long. You know, different projects to tackle next, between the yard work. I’ve been busting ass on all the hard stuff in the front and mostly back of my house. And sometimes, I still wish I was a little bit taller or a little bit stronger… but when there’s a will, there’s a way. And yes, sometimes I realize I look like the crazy yard person, pulling back full bushes, and jumping on top of them to loosen the roots, but you know, sometimes my arms, just can’t pull any harder than I’m already doing. But every neighborhood needs that crazy yard person, right? Sure. But every few days, we (I— Marlowe still hasn’t gotten the hang of this weeding thing) work on the lighter things— or no things at all— and spend a less sweaty, but still dirty day outside. I’ve missed the outside. Or rather, it’s whats been missing for a long, long time. I grew up outdoors, all day after school, climbing hills, looking for salamanders, and building forts. I was one of the boys on my street— but I was queen bee. Now here I am again, remembering the sense of accomplishment that moving dirt can bring and the fun that and creativity that comes with knowing you’re in charge of making your outdoors as beautiful as you’d like. We’re happy here, really happy here. Everyday I’m looking forward to more yard work.
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i've been doing tons of yard work myself, and being the one in my family that never had a green thumb, i can agree that it feels damn good! i've started a little garden for my husband & i and started planting little ivys and such here & there. so therapeutic.
enjoy!
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Where did you get Marlowes dress?? soo cute. my daughter needs that!
Oh, gorgeous! I love gardening with my little gal too.
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your pots are so pretty! 🙂
i think it's the kind of work that heals the soul. 🙂
you've inspired me. i am now in the mood to take over my yard and make it lovely. you did a wonderful job!
Transforming all that is overgrown and "ugly" into something lovely is so rewarding. It's hard work, but you come out on the other side with a sense of pride. Sounds a lot like life, doesn't it? Yard work is cathartic. I am happy that you were able to reconnect with nature. Your space looks great and I love that Marlowe painted a pot. We are having a slow start to spring in the Midwest. Hopefully warmer days will arrive soon so we can get outdoors, too.
This is lovely! So jealous of the weather y'all are getting. 🙂 We had a tiny preview of Spring here, but this entire week has been nothing but storms and rain. I can't wait for sunny days to come back again. And I love Marlowe's finished painting! Too cute!
I can't wait to dive into yardwork here, once the snow is all gone. I love the instant gratification of it, even the weeding. I generally am dirt smudged, torn pants, and crazy haired in the yard. One of my favorite places to be!
I spy only two different outfits! But how many times did you have to wash those dirty little hands?
Pretty flowers! Its the simple things in life that makes us truly happy, right? 🙂
the first photo is absolutely stunning.. love this new yard work series 🙂
You have a beautiful space to work in Drea. And that sunshine! I always find gardening leaves me in a better mood, however hard and sweaty it is. Like you, I don't have any help outside so it is all down to me however tough/heavy the job. Whenever I have to dig out a big shrub I always pull too hard and shoot backwards into the dirt where I end up on my back still clutching the shrub and covered with earth. So dignified.