While there is life to be lived, these marigolds will be living it. I once called them ugly. They got eaten…TWICE. But here they are. HERE THEY ARE!
Deep, strong roots evidenced by spindly, sparse, unfragile blooms. Nothing is more beautiful in my porch garden than these resilient marigolds and their hidden roots. I’m learning a thousand ways to live like these marigolds…bold, resolved, and rooted in God. Meanwhile, spindly, unfragile joy is breaking to the surface, and I’ve never been more happy to be a twice-eaten marigold.
I am a Storytelling Poet bringing you beautiful tales of life as a woman, gardener & mother. I share personal prose often examining time and the poignant moments found in the day-to-day. Sour wild grapes, sentimentality, homemade Iced Earl Grey Lattes (the kind with brown sugar), sand, Thanksgiving, strong coffee, chickens, going barefoot, and fresh-born baby goats are a few of my favorite things in this life! So welcome to the blog and all the stories that bring us closer together if only we tell them.
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