a mother’s garden
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Prayers in the Bittersweet
The August Garden, 2023 The postscript of summer is heavy and sweet, laden with life but the vestiges hang brittle where bloom had once been so big, so soft. We feel the awkwardness of the in-between where days are warm and hot but it feels almost as if the garden is as anxious as us… Continue reading
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Motherhood Is Like July & August
The July Garden, 2023 In the same month, the sunflowers began blooming and the “firework” flower showed its face, we also had a rattlesnake slithering near our front door and another one coiled and rattling loudly in the flowerbed. While Heidi’s rose grows tall in a way it never has before (it’s like it knows… Continue reading
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Safe to Fall in Love Here
I moved the bright, blue melemine bowl filled with strawberries from sink to counter. In this simple moment I felt myself really falling in love with summer. I never knew I’d be so enchanted with what has often been my least-favorite season. But whether I’m filling a basket with cut flowers from the garden or… Continue reading
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