tiny beautiful things
. i bet this flower thinks her dreams can touch the sky . i bet she’s right, too . . Share/Save
View Articlein the land of fairies and fireflies
hummingbirds rule and purple is queen peonies party and white daisies dance in the perfume of regal pink roses and each morning holds the magic of new . wishing you a weekend filled with magic . . ....
View Articlearmloads of peonies
The mulching is finally done for another year, and almost as a reward, the peonies all popped out over the weekend. This morning I cut an armful to put ’round the house… because peonies, of all...
View Articlenodding heads and singing hearts
Two years ago, I had more poppies in my garden than I could count. This year just a few, and I miss their happy, nodding heads. Growing up, I lived in a house that had no garden, through we had a...
View Articlestanding at attention
A lone larkspur growing in the middle of the patio area, there because I didn’t have the heart to pull it up like a weed. This morning, rushing through life in getting-things-done mode, I stopped to...
View Articlepainting poems in fields of glory
beneath a sky that knows no bounds . wishing you a weekend filled with light . . . Share/Save
View Articlelazy lobelia
Summer’s heat has arrived, a bit late and slightly disheveled. Tomatoes begin to grow, mosquitoes rule the land, and the garden fades from peak to tattered. I read and I write and sit beneath the sky....
View Articlesusan sings songs of summer
. on a stage built for blue sky and birds . nature’s early morning opera . divine . . . Share/Save
View Articlein the quiet light of morning
. beneath the shade of tallest poplar we sing the song of new beginnings tiny bird sound rustle dancing in a two-step with the sun . wishing you a monday filled with music . . . Share/Save
View Articledenim blues
winding together with late summer grey-green leggy nostalgia in a time-safe box of spent bloom . . . Share/Save
View Articleseptember’s darling
of silent blue sky and wondrous cloud clamor holding court in yesterday’s garden . . . . Share/Save
View Articlethe always beautiful mess
That I always fall in love with. How could I not? . Wishing you a week filled with beautiful messes. . . . . Share/Save
View Articlekisses and comfort
and soft whispering scent timed from dawn to dusk on a nature-made sundial . wishing you a weekend filled with kisses . . . . Share/Save
View Articlemorning dew
The cardinals sit outside my window eating kisses. Blue sky and autumn chill, anemone and silence. We are all whispering this morning, the flowers to each other, and me to myself. Trying not to wake...
View Articlenot even almost blue
and every year i think of working harder to force the soil to produce blue hydrangeas but then i think how much these so obviously just want to be pink . . . wishing you a weekend filled with color ....
View Articleso this happened…
I’m so excited, honored, and happy to have a feature in the latest issue of Bella Grace, where I’m sharing lessons I’ve learned from my garden. It’s such a beautiful book-magazine, filled with art and...
View Articlenew growth
. you wouldn’t think a month or a season could blow you sideways . but that just make it easier for those seeds to reach the ground . . . Share/Save
View Articleresilience
Sometimes, the kindest thing to do is allow someone to complain. Accept the lack of perfection. Say “yes, me, too.” Growth happens even under the weight of survival. Our scars become armor, our hearts...
View Articleproof of life {yet again}
and just like that overnight mother nature reinvented green . wishing you a light-filled weekend . . . Share/Save
View Articleon late bloomers and october moons
Mostly, I forgot to look at my garden this month. Well, it wasn’t so much that I forgot, it was more that my nose was chained to the grindstone, and looking up wasn’t always an option. But the...
View Articlemorning pages
Everything gets lost in the shuffle sometimes, but lately the shuffle has taken over. Writing has gone by the wayside, and I find myself longing for old habits, empty hours, blank pages. Life keeps...
View Articlein the forest of birdsong and sunshine
in the mishmash of life and survival and love a delicate queen holds court for a day shy and with the grace of hidden subject . . . Share/Save
View Articleone pink rose
. and one small smile on a too-cool morning in a garden already running wild . and i am happy to let it run this year, accepting my lack of control as i’m busy learning new things and embracing life...
View Articlethe grey green of summer
. and the way everything seems dry humor and hubris skin and earth scorched and longing and the hours drawn out on the gridlocked page of a rather unyielding july . . . . Share/Save
View Articlegoing quiet
and listening listening listening to everything again . the empty spaces speak the loudest . a lesson learned repeated and turned into growth or lack of knowledge . listening . . . Share/Save
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