Insect[s] are dancing in the sunbeams, burrowing in the ground, diving, swimming, a cloud of witnesses telling Nature’s joy. – John Muir Unedited pictures taken this morning in my garden. If you were a bug, which of these would you want to be?
Our garden, restful wonder.
A post from our friends at Milkwood with a handy guidebook on urban farming. [Click image to download guide] For anyone living in Washington DC, I will be attending a free all-day urban gardening event called Rooting DC on Saturday Feb 23rd. A garden is a grand teacher. It teaches patience and careful watchfulness; it […]
Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air; whoever looks round sees Eternity there. – John Clare … this post is dedicated to my dear friend Lindsy and her father. Picture taken on Picture Rocks trail at sunrise in Tucson, Arizona.
At a tender age my grandfather gave me a special gift – a necklace with a tiny pearl inside a gold shell. I remember rubbing the little pearl as it hung around my neck like a touchstone. From the day my ears were pierced, I preferred earrings made with pearls. While I’ve attempted to wear […]