It was a long winter. The house and I had grown tense and distant. In the beginning I admired her from afar, longing for us to be back together while replaying the good times in my mind. But it did not last. I became resentful of the cold and our inability to spend time together, so I looked for distractions. Seed catalogs seduced me, and I started a consuming and passionate affair with the garden.
I'm still seeing the garden, but after a long weekend with the house, I think we will be able to work things out. I assured the house that she is my primary partner, and that she was there reason that I even have a garden. I might be falling back in love her.