a day in the life of a latvian mom

As you know, I have land—a lot of land. Seven hectares (17 acres – for friends on the other side of the pond), to be exact. But what I don’t have (yet!) is a real garden. No flower beds, no borders bursting with color, no carefully planned layout. Just open space, dreams, and a greenhouse that’s seen better days.

Back in 2020, I did make furrows and gave it a go, but between house renovations, kids, and life—well, let’s just say the garden didn’t quite take root. Read more here:

Veggie garden

So imagine my joy when I spotted a few blooms here and there this spring. Tiny signs of life, color, and hope popping up through the earth like gentle reminders: “We’re still here.”

It’s not much, but it’s something. And in a place like this—where nothing has really been cultivated for decades—it feels like a small miracle. And I have rhubarb and old gooseberries are starting to wake up.

These early blooms make me want more. More color, more life, more of that quiet joy that comes from seeing something you planted months ago bravely reach for the sun. I hope I’ll find the time, money, and spark to plant more bulbs this autumn. No pressure. Just a wish tucked away between everything else going on.

For now, I’m just enjoying the few flowers I have. Their quiet presence is enough to make this land feel a little more like home.

Ilze