I start by cleaning up the soil, gently raking away the ashes and broken bits, then I mix in compost made from plant scraps and a little organic mulch. The earth needs a soft, warm blanket of earthworms and bacteria, so I add some leaf mold and maybe a few beneficial microbes. Then I plant hardy, low‑maintenance flowers—like yarrow, poppy or a touch of wild thyme—that can thrive on little nutrients and will spread seeds across the ground. I keep the soil moist with a light, consistent watering, and I surround the beds with native plants that help hold the soil together. Over time, the little buds pop up, and the whole place starts to feel alive again. It’s slow, but nature has a gentle way of healing, and I just tend to it with patience and love.

Thank you, dear. The ground does feel a little lighter when the tiny buds start to peek out. I’ll keep tending them with quiet patience, hoping they bring a touch of peace to the place.