Is there anyone else out there who finds gardening therapeutic? I've never been the gardening type. And I won't say that our garden is anything magical or special. But I planted some white ranunculus bulbs a few weeks ago because they are my favorites. I was half convinced that they were dead and gone when I went out to check on them yesterday. But what do you know, barely above the soil's surface, they've sprouted little green leaves.

So far, we have a tomato plant and a lemon tree that Austin's mom gave us. We also have some lilac mums, white callas, white roses, and fragrant lavender.

The other day, I saw this wooden sign and felt it calling out to me. I love it!