And there you have it!Well, we’re now officially into our first Fall in the country and so far, it’s pretty much awesome.
You want to know about that pot?You mean the awesome crackly, aged, rope-edged work of art there?
Yeah, I saw you eyeing that up.. Well, it’s actually so aged that it’s in three pieces, with the potted fern sitting inside.I refuse to part with it though.. Love the flip flops and rain boots.The pot belonged to our neighbor in our old house.
She was the most wonderful gardener.One of these ladies who dug up her whole lawn to replace it with a perfectly timed botanical symphony that lasted all year.
It was a little magical what she did in that little townhouse garden..
Sadly she passed away a few years ago.The story here is the power of 15 minutes.
Or sometimes 5 minutes.. About a week ago, I stopped trying and hoping to find big chunks of time to be a real serious DIYer and started just grabbing a brush and a yogurt container full of paint for just a few minutes every day, or every second day.It’s part of my whole finding balance thing and not letting one thing totally take over my time.
Even doing something for 5 minutes a week is a billion times better than doing nothing at all.. And once I started just doing a teeny tiny bit each day, that’s when the progress really seemed to start picking up..The progress and the fact that the hall just keeps looking prettier and prettier every day is like a perfect little gift I get to open every day.
(Editor: Silent Tripods)