Today Leo and I explored gardens abandoned when their houses were removed due to flooding. The beauty of domesticated plants turning feral. Continue reading Remnants
Strange to think these now-mundane views will soon become the stuff of precious memories. Continue reading Moving
It’s easy to get rooted in old ways of thinking or doing things. But what if we think of ourselves as branches? Continue reading Bound or branched?
An embarrassing indicator of lazy lawn maintenance? Something to be pulled or poisoned? Or a harbinger of picnics and frisbee matches, a source of nutritious greens, a reminder of childhood, when a dandelion held under your chin made your skin glow, betraying your “love of butter”? (Or was that just my family’s saying?) Perspective is everything. If I can decide to love or hate dandelions, … Continue reading What do you see?
Let me preface this by saying we’re a bit excitable around here. That’s why a couple of days ago, when my phone’s weather app showed raindrops, my first thought was about the garden — specifically the tomatoes. This year’s tomato plants had long since overtaken their brightly colored cages, mounting an apparent rebellion while we were in Minnesota for a family vacation and book tour. … Continue reading When life gives you green tomatoes …
1. Some dogs don’t mix well with stuffed animals. 2. Simply hoping can make gardening dreams come true. 3. I hold onto strange items. For years. What are you holding onto? Feel free to confess it — leave a reply — below. Continue reading Three minor epiphanies of the week