Fog lifts. Dawn comes. Storms lead the way to spring.
One day, you’ll see the dust.
And it’s no small thing to be able to do the little things again.

Fog lifts. Dawn comes. Storms lead the way to spring.
One day, you’ll see the dust.
And it’s no small thing to be able to do the little things again.

Hi!

Welcome to my cottage garden in the foothills of California! I’m a poet, gardener, and sunflower enthusiast. Here you’ll find personal prose + poetry celebrating the beauty of a little life, the inspirational and dynamic turn of seasons both in creation and in soul, and the triumphant hope of Christ. If you’re looking for somewhere quiet, this is just the place for you.♥️
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