I haven’t disappeared

my new home – G6, originally uploaded by Ada I dirtyolive.

I’ve just had a bit of a break. Am I back? Who knows. It’s funny to think that there was a time in my life where I wrote here every day. Now I can go months without giving it a thought – never mind feel guilty.

The garden move, what took up much of my free time and energy, seems to have come to it’s conclusion. We have moved sites and although I still have to transplant my artichoke from my old plot but we are definitely done. In fact, we are so done that there is even someone hired to do the things that took up so much of my time. No, not just my time but others as well. There were a few burnt out gardeners that have been saved by a few wonderful people at the university. Without their support, I think we would be gone. I don’t think there was a lot of fight left in us. At least, this is how I felt.

Without a lot of fight left.
Willing to take anything – even the backyard of someone with a dog and a few requests to “spruce up here and there” in exchange for a side lot to garden in.
Without a fence.
Amongst the deer.
Next to a golf course.

To have a space with so much – a fence, water lines, electricity, two sheds, fig tree moved, planned mowing of surrounding grass agreed upon… there is much more, much more than we could have hoped for that has been arranged, handled and taken care of for us.

So it’s good. I feel like all that weight is lifted. All that worry on how the move would go is gone. We’ve moved. We don’t know how long we will be there but we are there. I’m choosing to leave it at that and be thankful. And move on.

Moving on.