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.

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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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