welcome to my morning….

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!

“Always keep some room in your heart
for the unimaginable.”
-Mary Oliver

By the blaze….



I wrote you something,  I did,
but it annoyed me,  all those words.
Too much talking.
I just erased my post for the first time ever.
Felt good.
Just lets stand here together
in the light
and sip the quiet,

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Glad to just be here with you
for a moment,
s – l – o – w – i – n – g  down,
at rest in the hush.

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I feel warmer now.

Glad to share the firelight with you,
all the while my heart thumping hope
for a beautiful week of gathering
or what-ever-ing.
May these days be merry and bright.

And hey,  hope you remember
to grin at that face in the mirror
each time you dash to the bathroom
….a warm nod of welcome
and how wonderful to have you here,  too.
(Really,  don’t forget to be good to you)

A very large joy to you,  friend.


“For fast acting relief,  try slowing down”
-Lily Tomlin

(Sending out a special package…a love bomb…to Susan of Windrock Studio.
She is is joy and a wonder,  if you’d like to drop in on her.
One more week I’ll be drawing a name for giveaway,
a package of handmade love in the mail.
Just say hello and you’re in the mix!)