22/10/2026
~A Little Love Letter to my Garden~
Garden Day has always felt so special to me, but the past two years it feels even more meaningful.
Since moving into our little blue house in the village, I’ve been slowly creating a garden of my own. A permanent little patch of earth to nurture, to grow, and to call mine.
There is something so incredibly rewarding about harvesting your own seeds, sowing them, and watching them grow into something beautiful. When everything bursts into bloom this time of year, my heart could honestly burst with happiness too.
My garden is still a work in progress, and I love that. Every year brings something new, a little corner to create, another flower to fall in love with.
Perhaps, after moving so many times and navigating so many of life’s changes, having a garden of my own means more to me than I can ever really put into words. It is my happy place, my little sanctuary, where I feel safe, grounded and surrounded by beauty.
A little reminder that we, too, can put down roots, begin again and bloom in our own time.
So I am celebrating my garden. Every little seed, every flower, every new beginning, and the joy of finally having a little place to call my own.