For twenty-two years this was my place in the world.
Then came life as a military spouse.
Until, quite suddenly (in retrospect, that’s how it felt!), after 27 moves in 35 years, and after no sense of true belonging or sense of physical permanence anywhere, that part of my life came to an end when my husband retired in 2015.
Two moves and three years later we’re settled with no immediate plans to move and nothing speaks to me more than planting a perennial garden at the address we now call home. Up until now I’ve always been a container garden person….seldom having two growing seasons in a row to experiment with what worked.