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)