I admit it. I miss so many things about my former life. No, not the drama and the targeted abuse. But I dearly miss my garden. I had a fairly well established garden that was pretty "edible landscaped" inspired. By the time I left there, I was well on my way to a decent asparagus patch, a prolific blueberry garden and all the bees, birds and butterflies that wanted to hang out were welcome.
I suppose I should be happy that my ex's girlfriend is a gardener. No, I don't suppose. I am actually quite happy about that. For how destructive he was (burn, baby, burn) I am glad he at least picked a woman who can carry on with what I started. And run with it. Lord knows, she needs all the distractions she can get. By all accounts, she seems to understand what I started.
The flower shop job satisfies a bit of that. Going to my friend's farm will hopefully do a better job at that this year. Either way, it will never be the same. It just won't. I'm going to have to find a new way to satisfy that part of me.
