Until now, I have never owned my own home.
Since graduating from college, I had rented apartments.
But in August, my fiance and I purchased a home in the Staunton area. We were ready to start our lives together.
A couple of days ago, I found myself engrossed in a conversation with my neighbor.
And his words couldn't have been more prophetic.
Saturday morning, I woke up knowing I really had to till an area in our backyard for a garden.
To be honest, I hadn't grown a garden since I was a member of 4-H, and that was several years ago.
With that in mind, I'm pretty sure all of you can guess I had never used a garden tiller.
This was a rather foreign object to me, but I figured, why not?
I had tried and tried to rent a tiller in the area, but was not having any luck with this.
So, I walked over to my neighbor's home Saturday morning to ask him if I could use his tiller.
He and his family had tilled an area perhaps three weeks earlier and planted it all in the same evening.
I had grown frustrated with attempting to rent one of these machines. So I figured, perhaps I can use his.
A quick reminder: I have not grown a garden (or anything for that matter) since I was very young. And at that time, my father did the tilling.
My neighbor agreed to let me use his tiller and even took time out of his morning to show me how to use it.
For that, I am eternally grateful. I'm quite certain I would not have known how to use this machine at all.
But something he said to me Saturday really sunk in. It made a lot of sense.
He reminded me that as every day goes by, you'll find out that there's something new to learn when it comes to owning a home.
I am a novice when it comes to the majority of this home stuff.
I'm learning as I go.
The garden has been tilled. And I've got the bruises to prove it.
The garden is growing. Hopefully, we'll have some wonderful vegetables.