One. Two. Three. More roses have bloomed since that first one. I feel triumphant. I feel happy. Just in time for Mother's Day, I think to myself! But there should be more. More roses coming. Maybe even more bloomed by now. But rose-less stems stare back at us. And we didn't do this pruning. Green… Continue reading Roses on Mother’s Day, a garden bittersweet
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Spring Is Never Late & My Second Ending
The April Garden 2023 Winter seemed as though it would last forever. I found myself feeling hints of dissapointment that our last day of frost was slated for late April! This time last year we had already planted the zinnias and sunflowers, the wildflowers. The oak trees had already been green for a bit. We… Continue reading Spring Is Never Late & My Second Ending
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
The Dead Tree & Other Recollections of Life
It's hard to describe the crash, really. It didn't sound like splitting into a fall. It just sounded like a huge thing loudly falling into itself and onto the ground simultaneously. I'm standing in what used to be the goat pen while my son plays on its hillside. The goats have been sheltered on the… Continue reading The Dead Tree & Other Recollections of Life
Sierra V. Fedorko 