The definition of normal

Our year in Georgia has required 3 apartments, 5 moves, 1 house remodel, 2 swat teams, 5 gunshots, 1 stabbing, 1 fender bender, countless new friends and lots of laughter. And somehow in the midst of it all, we forgot what "normal" looked like.

Finally we realized that we are never going to "get back to normal." This life we are leading prohibits it. So we needed to find a new normal. This past Monday, we got to work discovering what our new normal looks like. Tim and I have always loved gardening together. We have built many a grand flower bower in our time. In Atlanta, we don't have the time or the money. Tim dug a 3x3 foot square near our driveway. We lined it with pavers while Tessie observed.We purchased a few perennials and some annuals. I chose this pretty golden yellow coreopsis. Tim selected the verbena.We dug our fingers into the mixture of topsoil and "Moo-nure" we used to amend the Georgia clay. Then we planted our small collection of flowers.
Our 9 square foot flower bed could never be called a "garden room." But we like to sit on the front steps and gaze at it. It's our new normal.