A quiet morning in the Garden

Good morning my fellow single Gardeners, I'm Leland From North Dakota Usa I’m 56. I was married for 35 years before I lost my husband three years ago. I don’t usually put myself out there like this. It feels a little strange.
The house is still the same, but it sounds different now. I didn’t realize how much background noise two people make together until it was gone.
I’ve always kept a small garden tomatoes that split if I don’t pick them in time, herbs that somehow survive my neglect. I’m not a permaculture expert. I’m just a woman who likes putting her hands in the dirt and feeling like something is still growing.
I lost my mother recently too. That changed something in me. It made me realize I don’t want to spend the rest of my years only talking to the wall and the grocery clerk.
I miss simple things. Someone to ask, “Does this frost look too early to you?” Someone to taste the soup and say it needs more salt. Someone who understands that at our age, companionship is less about impressing each other and more about being steady.
I’m not looking for rescuing or whirlwind romance. Just conversation. Maybe friendship. Maybe more if life is kind.
If you’re in this season too, you can say hello.

Hi Leland,

I have spent the last two days thinking about what to write to you, and I think the most important thing I can say is this: allowing ourselves to be vulnerable, recognizing where we are in life, and being sincere are all part of healing. Unwanted loneliness is poor medicine for anyone. I believe we should be grateful for every minute we shared with the people we loved, and also make the most of every minute we are given in our own lives.

I am far away, and I know my mind thinks in another language, but even so, I would be glad to be your friend, if that would be welcome.

Hi Leland, thank you for sharing that. Your words really struck a chord. I'm so sorry for your losses—both your husband and your mother.

You expressed so beautifully what many of us feel but can't put into words. The quiet in the house, the simple act of asking someone about frost, the need for someone to taste the soup. That's exactly it.

You sound like a kind, steady soul, and your garden sounds lucky to have you.

I know you're hoping to connect with someone directly, so I'll keep this short. I just wanted to say hello and thank you for your message. You're not alone in this season. We two might have a lot to talk about. Hope to hear from you