25/04/2026
I didn’t realize how much had changed out here until I slowed down long enough to really see it.
Not all at once… just little things stacking over time.
The kind of growth you miss when you’re moving too fast, which seems like I’ve been doing the past couple months more often than not.
The passion fruit vine has taken off — easily 30 feet now, covered in more fruit than I can keep up with.
Grapes pushing further into their space.
Blackberries darkening a little more each day.
Figs doing what they always do… steady, reliable, unfazed — and thankfully the heat has been kind so far.
Even the apples — antique white pearmain and fuji — quietly holding their own with tons of apples already forming.
I’ve been pulled in a lot of directions lately, and the garden hasn’t been where I’ve spent most of my time. But it didn’t stall out. It didn’t need perfect conditions or constant attention, which is the point right? 😊
It just kept going.
Being back out here now, even in small pockets of time, feels less like catching up and more like reconnecting. I was finally able to redo some irrigation, get a few more summer varieties in the ground, and give things a bit of structure again.
Nothing overdone. Just enough to support what’s already thriving.
It’s a reminder I didn’t know I needed —
that growth doesn’t stop just because you step away for a bit…
but there’s something important about choosing to come back and be part of it again.