It has been a soggy, mercurial fall here in our neck of the woods, and I find myself longing for crisp, sunny fall days. The fact that going outside requires a pair of wellies at the very least (though many days some sort of sea-worthy vessel would be more useful) makes me appreciate the outdoor space that we have at our disposal. In my mind, some sort of outdoor space is essential to human wellness, whether it's your own yard, a nearby park, or even your landing on the fire escape. Like plants, we need light and air to grow.
My home is situated on a not-too-huge and not-too-small corner lot, but I love the woods that our yard rolls into and the expansive feel that it has. When we bought the place more than a few years back, the home had been neglected and was overgrown with scraggly shrubs and forlorn azaleas. Over time, we have resurrected some things, moved other things, and done a lot of planting, pruning, and nurturing. I am fortunate in that my father, mother-in-law, and grandmother-in-law, all avid gardeners, have taken an interest in our ongoing project and are always willing to lend a hand. The resulting space is a rambling, wild space, something that brings us joy and comfort.
Our outdoor space is nothing fancy, but some of our most peaceful, carefree, and balanced family time is spent there. It has grown along with our family and I feel a deep connection to it.