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A Composition of Harvest
In late winter, I heard the formidable crash of a huge oak tree on the hillside next to our home. Death for the old oak wasn’t the end and I write more of those thoughts here. It’s a stunning prelude to spring, but below I’ve posted the poem I wrote this autumn as I thought… Continue reading
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Sound of Flowers
The October Garden, 2023 October was for mud caked on pants and zinnia flowers on cake. It was the playlist for autumn on repeat and dinosaurs at the torn-up tree stump. October was acorns dropping in droves and somehow never kerkplunking on our heads! It was the playful joy of children, moms talking, and a… Continue reading
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Beneath Brokenness and Blessing…
The September Garden, 2023 Surely the garden is lovely in spring when the world of it wakes up so softly…a bursting out of winter. I love to see it. Surely the garden’s eyes are fully awake in the thick of summer. Heavy with bloom. Heavy with fruit. Heavy with light. I cannot deny the breadth… Continue reading
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Not Okay, But Peaceful
I can still remember how scared and uneasy I felt that night I was nursing my daughter while the Psalms played in the background. I can still remember the moment I felt that burden of tragedy and loss lift while in the garden watching my son taste his first snow pea. I can trace the… Continue reading
Sierra V. Fedorko 