Golden hour between summer and fall is to die for. This shot captures almost all the small spaces of my Porch Garden. Here you see life spread out farther than one photo can contain.
And I love that.
All these small flower pots get fuller. . .all these fledgling beginnings become grander. . .all these moments to notice and live and give thanks for.
I’m learning a lot, doing the work to get my mind in shape, and soaking up life right here. When I take time to notice, it’s not that hard.
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.
-S.V.F.
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