02/17/2026
We’re leaving a garden behind we cant bring with us. My boy didn’t cry. He just wanted to know how he could start over.
My son has been obsessed with gardening for years. I’ve watched him personally research and learn through trial and error. At his young age he’s more knowledgeable than most adults. And more patient too. Plants mean the world to him.
Today he picked canna rhizomes by himself. I didn’t even know what they were. I helped him plant them. The first building block of something new.
Here he is starting over new with a smile on his face. Maybe that’s it. Not every leaving equals loss. Some things don’t end. They just root again. Today was a great day.
“Canna rhizomes are planted underground first, unseen, quiet, patient. They don’t bloom immediately. They build roots in the dark before they ever reach for the sun. Symbolically, they represent resilience, faith, and renewal: strength forming beneath the surface before beauty appears. They are a reminder that growth isn’t always visible at first, sometimes the most important work is happening where no one can see it, preparing for a bold return.”
