Welcome to the morning of a season freshly turned,
the delicious hush of all my gardens growing on their own
( feels like tucking in 35 children for their naps,
all soundly sleeping for a hopeful chunk of time).
My heart tiptoes into spacious bliss
and, timid at first, while I listen for a stir,
I begin to unwrap the sweetness of a gentler time
and settle in to feast on the quiet
I do so love Rivergreen, our small family business and livelihood,
but this time of year finds me threadbare and worn,
the hard and messy work of designing and building gardens
and partnering with their owners, teaching and training
and troubleshooting and problem-solving and
wading through weather that often seems to bruise
and deeply hungry for rest from the bustle
while thirsty to taste the tea been steeping in my heart
all those days bent planting in the sun
While this grows the artist and writer in me, it leaves
precious little energy and time for me to pour it out and serve it up on paper
the words and images that find me
while the busy season thrives .
I’m excited about a project that’s been taking form inside
while the long days of planting grew the seeds in me,
almost ready to pick and slice and serve, still warm from the vine.
I’ll be offering it up next week
when it’s fully ripe.
So excited to share!