In the garden of my mind

At night when I can’t sleep, I engage in a bit of garden dreaming. Instead of counting sheep, I wander through the everlasting garden in my mind. While meandering, I push away thoughts of garden work because just the images of all I need to do in spring might keep me up all night. This is…

Flowers and plants for the bereaved

Well, friends, January hasn’t been an easy month so far. When I read what I just wrote, it is such an understatement. My sister died suddenly on New Year’s Day, and I haven’t felt like doing much, including writing, but writing is what I do, so I decided to blog even though this post may…