So… Mel Robbins’ Five Second Rule keeps showing up in my feed. Has to be for a reason.
I can take a hint… Time to leap into the unknown.
Here it bloomin’ goes.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1:
See that four-year old little girl? That’s me. By that age, we’d moved several times and were back in my father’s home state of South Carolina. Dad had joined the United States Air Force straight out of high school, and he met my mother when he was stationed in England. They married and out I popped just before my folks were sent to a base in Germany.
We moved a lot; we managed. I was shy. A lovely sister joined us when I was seven. She was not shy. We moved within the US. The moving slowed down, we moved to England. Suffolk, to be exact. I was a little less shy. Dad retired in 1984 and we moved stateside. I’ve always love both England and America (especially the South), their cultures and landscape and people. Hopefully, I have inherited some of the best traits of both!
In all that moving, my juvenile roots didn’t go deep. I never really knew either my paternal or maternal families very well. Friends came and went. (In gardening terms, my roots were just spinning around my little container, pot-bound.)
In quick order followed HS Graduation (30 years and one day ago), move to University and subsequent graduation, Marriage exactly one week later, two moves and Parenthood, five moves later…
Our unit of three, a container garden if you will, stayed in one place long enough to break out and entangle our roots with those around us. We were watered by southern hospitality, and fed by several loving communities of faith and by friendships.
When our only child graduated from university, my Best Beloved and I found ourselves looking at the next phase and feeling a pull towards England. An opportunity to move there presented itself, so we sold up the farm (literally) and moved across the Atlantic Ocean. We are now living in a part of the UK far from any of our previous homes.
We’ve lived in our rented accommodation for eighteen months. It’s a lovely home in an amazing setting. I’ve grown to love it, and to find it both a balm and an inspiration. Tentative roots have gone into the garden, the community and the entire region.
I’d like to share my journey in this beautiful place. Please join me as I explore Cumbria and the Lake District. I’ll welcome you into my kitchen and garden (even if those locations change, sadly). We’ll become rooted in a new way in this (sometimes scary, sometimes heartwarming) place called the internet.