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| natural born nurturer |
I thought the timing was perfect.
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My dad has a green thumb.
As a child I remember him pruning bonsai and I always thought 'Wow, he really knows where to snip'.
He seems to be able to make anything grow.
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I remember the first time I saw our farm--back when we had one, my dad bought it so he could pass the time. I was so impressed.
It was beautiful. Organised. You can see that a lot of thought and care had gone to it.
Though I did not express much interest on it, I was secretly disappointed when it was sold. I was imagining retiring there someday--cooking produce and making my own pasta and bread.
It's true. Most people would probably think it funny, but I know that is a kind of life I would love.
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We used to have a greenhouse at home too.
Now that I think about it, we always had a lot of plants. One way to describe the house I grew up in dim-and-green.
I think this really influenced how I imagine home. As in where my husband and I would live.
During the day, I like to pull up the shades. I seek natural light. It is not until I really have to open lights that I do, and even then I prefer multiple low light sources, versus the harsh halogen.
Now that we have almost everything we need in our little home, I feel that I am missing the green. And this weekend's little addition made me realise just how much.
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It had always been a family joke who I take after. When I was a child, I remember insisting that I took after my dad.
I have a feeling that I'd have a chance growing plants--here's to hoping I got it from my dad.
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