I was wondering where to go for my 50th birthday... and decided to celebrate it somewhere special, somewhere I love being every day. My garden.
My children asked what they could buy/do for me. Such pressure, what to do for my 50th. The number itself seems such a big deal that I wanted the opposite. Something not big, no pressure, just an everyday joy. My garden.
Funny how it always comes back to that.
I asked each of them to make me a sign. A simple wooden hanging sign for me and my garden. The last few weeks they have been busy planning, whispering, drawing, and colouring their plans. I can hardly wait to see what they have created!