Posted in 2017

An Old Seed Sprouts

I was already a late-blooming gardener twenty years ago at age 45 when I made my first and only gardening journal. I used a blank scrapbook, the kind with large construction paper pages, and crayons scavenged from the toy box I kept for my step-grandkids at the house. The first page clearly demonstrates I’m no artist, either, but when I opened this old book of plant hopes and dreams last night for the first time in years, my heart was moved to begin this digital garden journal.


Living with my man and my dog in a Longleaf pine forest on Florida's Gulf coast. Cast iron head. Sweet potato pie heart.

Imagine a small wicker basket for your thoughts.

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