Basked in my creativity today. Got errands done with no stress. Returned and changed over my closet to Spring clothes. On a new wardrobe…
Wild Asters by Sara Teasdale In the spring I asked the daisies If his words were true, And the clever, clear-eyed daisies Always knew.…
I’m perhaps a little stunned that this year is feeling so much more normal. The flower garden is growing and asking me for the…
Kneeling on a chair cushion yesterday jamming dirt under my nails as I pulled weeds from my brick walkway, I had one of those…
It’s hot outside. And humid. I just don’t feel like sitting inside all day long. But it’s sunny out and the garden is looking…
Since I had Fiona, I have been unable to regain my gardening mojo. The very thing that brought me to buy a house, dirt…
On my walk today in the beautiful Spring-like weather, I saw evidence that the woman of the house is gone. Or more that the…
I told my husband this morning that I’m beside myself with frustration and grief from the garden shrub and tree flowering that got screwed…
What is there to not love about a good gardening analogy? Growing your life and weeding out that which doesn’t work is such a…