An Early Spring Walk in the Woods
I found myself acting like my four year old daughter on a walk. I love that she loves flowers but I hate having to stop every few steps so she can gather a few more blooms. Sometimes I keep walking, encouraging her to catch up once she’s done, but I’ve learned that her little feet and attention won’t pursue the path quickly enough for me. And, here I was doing the same thing. Every little flower caught my attention and had me kneeling to capture it’s beauty.
A Seed Catalog for the Soul
I love to nurture and tend budding beauty and fruitfulness in my garden, but I have other canvases to paint.
Bloom Where You’re Planted
Georgia Girl I grew up in Georgia, but I don’t think I quite got that Georgia is different until recently. What do I mean? Reading gardening books and novels, I formed an idea of what a flower garden ought to be and what a vegetable garden should produce and what types of shrubbery should surround…
Gardening, aka, Playing in the Dirt
Childhood Bliss As a child, I loved to play in the dirt. I found many a happy place to do so: the sandbox, unpaved driveways, ditches, puddles. I consider the near omnipresence of dirt to be one of the best perks of living in the county. At one point, our neighbors dug out a space…
The Ultimate-Ultimate Master Gardener
I’ll begin with a quote from one of the worst books ever written: “We must cultivate our garden. I read Candide in college and abhorred it! There’s only one book that I have ever wanted to burn and this was it. My husband, however, says he thought it hilarious. The explanation for our polemic opinions?…