When we moved in our current home, the garden was a sterile deck..thing. I wanted a garden and a garden was delivered.
I left my garden be. Except for when I demand the best tomatoes of a Scottish, not much sun oriented garden.
Slow forward to this fern that took hold of a part of my garden where I just would preferred she wouldn’t.
And while I was admiring her lushness, in a May rainy day, as you do with the best ideas ever, are you ready? If you want to be a perfect parent, give up control and enjoy the feral beauty of your children as they are. Allow them to grow, as they are.
Even though the fucking fern shades my only decent try at growing climbing beans.
Breathe in. And out. Call it face yoga.
That Parent. Live 