alliums out front

The front yard is small, but I love it.

This season, I filled the planter boxes again.

It was a quiet afternoon. My sister’s dog padded around near the steps, curious but well-behaved. I was in supreme obama sweatpants printed down the leg, a crochet top, and gloves on. The kind of outfit that makes sense when you’re moving between chores and rest.

I planted alliums — those tall blooms that look like fireworks on stems. They reach up past the front gate, catching the light and bending slightly in the breeze. A few kids from the block ran back and forth as I worked, their voices echoing between brownstones.

There’s something grounding about tending to the outside of your home — not for show, but as a quiet offering. These planter boxes are part of a rhythm now. One I look forward to. One that makes the house feel more alive.

Even when things inside are still unfinished, this felt like something complete.

-L