Over time, I’ve come to know myself a little better.
I know what works for me.
I know what brings me back to myself.
And often, it is something very simple.
Just stepping outside.
My little nursery sits just beyond one of my rooms. Roses, herbs, vegetables, young plants waiting to grow. A small world of beauty, only steps away.
I love that it is close.
There was a time I thought bigger was better. A larger garden, further out, full of possibility. But life was busy then, the children were little, and the days passed quickly. I didn’t wander there as often as I hoped.
That taught me something gentle.
Beauty should be easy to reach.
Now I keep the things that nourish me nearby. Close enough to water in the morning light. Close enough to pick herbs for dinner. Close enough to notice a rose opening, or a new leaf unfurling.
Close enough to enjoy.
Sometimes we learn that what works for others may not work for us. And there is something lovely in accepting that.
Perhaps you don’t need a sprawling garden.
Perhaps you don’t need perfect plans.
Perhaps you only need a few beautiful plants near your door.
Something to draw you outside.
Into the sunlight.
Into the fresh air.
Into a quieter moment of your day.
A place to pause.
To breathe.
To remember yourself again.
There is something beautiful about the smallest things, I think.
A pot of basil warm from the sun.
Lavender moving softly in the breeze.
A rose waiting to be admired.
Sometimes happiness is not far away at all.
