Hello, I’m M.
A little backyard.
A whole world.
When my daughter, my only child, left home, the quiet felt different. I missed her in the little spaces of the day. And when I didn’t quite know what to do with that sadness, I found myself in the garden.
I planted things. Put out food. Filled the water. Small acts of care that gave my days somewhere gentle to begin.
Then came the little visitors. A bird at the feeder. A squirrel pausing nearby. Familiar faces returning, until this patch of earth became a place they trusted.
Somewhere in the tending, something in me began to soften. I hadn’t gone outside looking for healing. But slowly, quietly, it found me there.
That’s how Backyard Sanctuary began. With a heart that missed someone, and a garden that kept making room.
Now I share these little moments with you. If you need a place to land, there is room here, too.
M.
