When I was in college, my internship supervisor thanked me for the work I did every time I left a shift. It was a simple, “Thank you for your work today. I appreciate you.” At first, it was weird. I’d justify that I hadn’t done much, so why was she thanking me? But then I grew to appreciate being appreciated.
For the last I-don't-know-how-many years my parents - avid gardeners - have kept a garden journal in a day-to-a-page undated - each day of each month just has a number against it, not a named day of the week. Each of their entries on any given date starts with a note of what year the note is made, and what happened in the garden that day that was worth recording - seed potatoes planted; new hens arrived; heard the first cuckoo; record-breaking cherry harvest - and so on. I really love the idea, and it's a fabulous record of their beautiful garden.
Over time it has given amazing insight into the turning of the seasons - how late this year's spring was compared to last year's, for example.
Loved this post, Amanda!
For the last I-don't-know-how-many years my parents - avid gardeners - have kept a garden journal in a day-to-a-page undated - each day of each month just has a number against it, not a named day of the week. Each of their entries on any given date starts with a note of what year the note is made, and what happened in the garden that day that was worth recording - seed potatoes planted; new hens arrived; heard the first cuckoo; record-breaking cherry harvest - and so on. I really love the idea, and it's a fabulous record of their beautiful garden.
Over time it has given amazing insight into the turning of the seasons - how late this year's spring was compared to last year's, for example.