garden

  • I Named It Hope

    We planted roses at the blue house last week. My nephews brought us quite the collection from their grandma’s home. How special to have a piece of someone else’s garden! As I wait for fall, I soak up all the late, golden days I have left. I may be drinking pumpkin spice lattes and planning… Continue reading

  • A Marigold Soul

    I can’t believe they placed me in their grocery cart. I am just a measly flower and quite a bit beat up at that. I can tell she doesn’t care that much for me. I’m orange and wilted and small. I feel insignificant next to the vibrant flowers surrounding me. And she plants me in… Continue reading