Toddler’s Dictionary of Spring

The May Garden, 2023 In April, the garden wakes up. But in May, the garden stretches its arms and legs and gets out of bed. In late May and all of June it will have gulped down it's first cup of coffee and be fully awake, but it takes a little while to pad down… Continue reading Toddler’s Dictionary of Spring

If I Wrote a Love Story…

If I wrote a love story, I'd start it on Mother's Day. A garden would begin from a grocery cart and a broken heart. The daisies would be half-price. There would be hope. And it would take awhile. There would be no time for cliches. There'd be too much life, too much hard, too much… Continue reading If I Wrote a Love Story…

Beautiful Things in the Quiet

Spring is a marvel. Over the last few years while living in the foothills I have watched spring burst, and I have slowly fallen for it. I realized about two springs ago I loved when the oak trees would burst into bright young green. It only lasts mere weeks (at most) and it's taken me… Continue reading Beautiful Things in the Quiet

Hope Is a Gangly Thing (the garden, the bridge, the baby quiltšŸŒ¼)

The March Garden // 2023 March is the month I just have to hold on. By this time the garden is still pretty ugly, although by the end of the month it gets to being gangly. Gangly is different than ugly. With gangly there are palpable ends of hope and awkward bursts of something though… Continue reading Hope Is a Gangly Thing (the garden, the bridge, the baby quiltšŸŒ¼)