The lingering warmth of a truly lovely day spent with my mom still feels like a gentle hug. We laughed, shared stories, and simply enjoyed each other's company in that effortless way that only family allows. It was the kind of day that recharges your spirit and leaves you feeling content and connected. Now, as the evening settles in, a different kind of warmth is stirring – the anticipation of diving back into the vibrant chaos of my garden. It's a world away from leisurely chats and shared meals, but in its own way, tending to every leaf, bloom, and patch of soil feels just as fulfilling. The garden, in all its demanding glory, is my other cherished companion, and I'm actually looking forward to the satisfying work of nurturing its growth and beauty once again. The energy from my day with Mom feels like the perfect fuel to tackle the happy responsibility of keeping my little green sanctuary thriving.
Can you believe it? They had no Phlox!!
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