Welcome to The Garden Nanny

This isn’t just a garden—it’s a living journal of peace, patience, and playful paws. The Garden Nanny was born from mornings spent barefoot in the dew, whispering affirmations to seedlings, and watching dogs nap between rows of lemon balm and basil. It’s a space for those who plant with heart and harvest with soul. Whether you’re tending edible flowers, crafting herbal pet treats, or simply learning to pause among petals, you’re home here.

The Garden Nanny honors rhythm over perfection, connection over production. Let’s grow something beautiful—together. One root, one bloom, one morning at a time.

TODAY I repotted a lime tree.
She wasn’t doing too well — roots crowded, leaves looking a little tired. And honestly, so was I.

Grief has been sitting heavy lately. I didn’t have the words, but I had the soil.
As I eased her from the old pot and worked the dirt with my bare hands, something in me softened. There’s healing in doing something gentle, slow, and alive.

It felt good — not because anything was fixed, but because I made space. For her roots. And mine.

🎥 Watch below. Sometimes healing begins with bare hands and a little quiet. JUNE 6.2025