The Grass Is Always Greener

Ever wonder what it would be like to settle down and live in the same house for 35 years or so? I get a peek at that life every time I visit my parents’ house in Tennessee.

The house was almost a teardown in an iffy neighborhood when we moved into it, back when I was 9 years old. The quarter-acre corner lot was a rocky jungle. Since then, my parents have slowly transformed their yard into an urban oasis, complete with a productive vegetable garden right in the middle of what is now a seriously yuppie, up-and-coming neighborhood.

My family have been farmers since just about forever. Even the ones with day jobs always had a big vegetable and flower garden going. I’m pretty sure our blood runs green, because I really do miss having my own yard to putter in when we are overseas. I can’t wait to get my hands on our little rocky patch in the DC suburbs once we settle down for good. Transformation is highly satisfying and good exercise, too!

For now, I had a good time taking my fancy new birthday camera out in the yard to practice. Please to enjoy this brief peek into settled life!

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5 responses to “The Grass Is Always Greener

  1. Now I see where you get your gardening from. I was raised with a garden, and canning, and sewing, and a lot of other things too. I learned from my mom, who learned from her’s. I am always shocked when I talk with someone about these things, and they haven’t a clue!


    • Oh yeah, it’s an inherited need to dig in the dirt. I was in denial for a little while when I was a teenager/young adult, but blood will tell. It’s a major reason the mobile lifestyle will never seem quite right to me. I like to plant things and see them grow–for years and years, if at all possible.


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