I did a lot of planting last year… …both literal and figurative. I planted a lilac bush at the corner of the house, dreaming of the day when its fragrance might waft in from the guest room window just above where it sits. The autumn before, my daughter and I spent a perfectly crisp day...
“If only I could be a better mom.” “If only I’d been a better friend.” “If only…” these words keep me awake at night, ever reminding of all I’ve done wrong. Every time I get my footing, life washes me out to sea again. “You’re not enough.” “It’s your fault,” my brain screams relentlessly.
From the first petal in spring to the last leaf of autumn, my daughter loves showering me with “flowers.” Nothing is too humble or lowly for her notice and admiration. Weeds, blades of grass, and the most ornate flowers equally receive her doting and delight. Still, she surprises me. When winter sets in and the...
The word pressed into my heart with every beat right now is contentment, contentment, contentment. I’ve spent the past few years with so much wanting. Wanting more, wanting different. Not all wanting is bad. Not all having is good
Our crocus are blooming, the daffodils and the jonquils are starting to come up, the leaves are up. Such beautiful pictures
That sounds amazing! We’re still a couple months out from anything coming up. Enjoy all those leaves and blooms! 🌱