I wanted to post pictures of our trip to the National Arboretum. It was beautiful and full of delicious and sweet/savory smells! An extensive herb garden, perennials, firs, and ferns welcomed us and spread their scents across the breeze for us to enjoy.
Toward the end of our visit, though, a storm rolled in, and I got some cool pictures of historic Capitol columns against the stormy grey backdrop.
Coincidentally, I named this blog “Storm” in part because of the stormy Arboretum pictures, but also because earlier this evening I experienced some stormy emotion. It seems my difficulty in coming “home” (from “home”… very confusing) finally peaked. The straw that broke the proverbial back? A letter from our homeowners association.
Apparently, having herbs and vegetables planted in your front yard is against some statute within their bylaws, and we’ve been notified to move it. So with my precious little porch garden now threatened, I burst into tears.
For those who are “regular readers,” you know how I have fallen in love with this porch garden! I tell the plants good morning and goodbye as I leave for work in the morning (just ask Mike), and I water them with care every day, then sit quietly, picking out dead leaves and twigs and watching them mature. It’s been therapeutic in a lot of ways – a welcoming path when I come home, a tropical(ish) retreat… I’ve taken pride in their care, growth, and use.
When I read the Homeowners Association “Architecture Inspection” letter, I was angry, and I cried like a baby. I’m not naive enough not to think that it also had something to do with the fact that I never allowed myself to be sad about leaving Florida… I told my Care Group ladies that I was afraid it would boil up at some point, over some other issue. Sure enough, I think that was partly why I reacted so strongly tonight. Still, the garden itself is worth every tear!
So, “storm” describes my mood quite well.
Well, enjoy these pictures nonetheless. I know I had fun taking them!
Who needs a bed when there are acres of soft grass to lie down in?
Boy, that red pops!
(I think living in a metropolitan area has increased my sensitivity to wide, open spaces and quiet, green places)
Goodnight, porch garden (*tear*)