the little red house

On a cold November afternoon of last year, 

I sat down in my (once upon a time) garden. 

I felt tears in my eyes.

It was gone. 

Our lush, green, personal jungle that we had worked so hard on, and spent so much time in....

gone. 

Wilted and frosted to the ground, limp and lifeless. 

No vegetables to offer.

No bees. 

No green.

Nothing.

Winter had been trying to take over for weeks,

and it had finally succeeded.

I hadn't been back there since. 

Until today. 

We have spent the last few afternoons warming our winter skin in the yard. 

Playing in the grass until the sun sinks lower into the sky (much later now!)

We decided to go back and take a peek. 

It's coming to life.

Mint. 

Oregano. 

Parsley. 

Slowly making their return.

A few tufts of grass. 

Some tiny baby weeds.

Life.

Green. 

Life.

We ripped up the ground cover. 

Pulled out the withered plants. 

The kids dug and dug and dug, oohing and aaaahhhing a worms. 

Dirt smudged faces, muddy fingers and toes.

We filled pots with warm, spring earth, 

and planted teeny tiny seeds, with wishes they would grow. 

Just a few simple herbs. 

To set in our window. 

And let winter know...

....we survived.

the end.