While I was sitting on my deck yesterday and today, I was reminiscing about the time before we decided to move. We had lived in our house for over 12 years, but in a house for 22 years. I remember “worrying” so much that I would miss my yard. I had worked very hard on it. I planted most of the trees, shrubs, evergreens, grasses and many perennials. I remember thinking “Am I willing to give all this up?” The answer kept coming up “Yes”, time and time again, but I still questioned myself and worried that I would have regret.
But sitting out here on the deck this weekend, this second Spring in a townhome, I have no regrets. Not one at all. I don’t miss my trees or the perennials that I so painstakingly selected, planted and babied throughout the years. In fact, I have a sense of relief that I don’t have something nagging me that has to get down out there. I’m glad I don’t have to be doing all that Spring cleaning of the yard.
I’ll continue to enjoy my deck, but I’m sure I will occasionally think of all the work I did in my yard and how someone else is enjoying the fruit of my yard labors.