Rosebud reminiscence
I couldn’t have known then that growth is only infrequently something we have the courage to choose for ourselves.
Category: Growing stuff
Puppy love
These newborn cuties represent a whole lot of dreaming and hard work for me. We will be looking for homes for them in a few weeks!
Our favorite things to do with blueberries
Forty or fifty years ago, someone who lived on our property planted blueberry bushes. Here’s how our family enjoys them.
Under the ice
Today, at last, the snow melted enough for me to check how things were doing. The tulip greens were up a couple of inches, the daffodils barely poking, not even the crocuses showing any color yet. I looked for the Lenten Rose, finally exposed to the light just hours before.
It was tiny and crumpled and distressed.
Regarding herbs
In my husband’s rubber boots, I walk through the crunchy-wet snow to check how things are growing. Brave and hardy, new-sprung leaves are poking through the ice. I always worry about them, and wish I could tuck them up warm. They need another mama while the earth pulls her nasty pranks on them and leaves them to shiver.
The corn people
Held in warmth and darkness, the embryos await the light
Grow whole and plump out of the broken
Push their rumpled heads out of the night