Unsettling times. A chaotic year. Not much went like we wanted it to or hoped it would. But what will our children remember?
And so will we.

Unsettling times. A chaotic year. Not much went like we wanted it to or hoped it would. But what will our children remember?
And so will we.

Hi!

Welcome to my cottage garden in the foothills of California! I’m a poet, gardener, and sunflower enthusiast. Follow for personal poetry and prose rooted in my Christian faith and inspired by the turn of seasons both out of doors and in the soul. Find me on Substack – Poems & Intervals.♥️
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