The Fight Left Inside You

The Fight Left Inside You

Some pressures and problems cave in our weeks more than others. The cares of this week left me feeling as if I have little fight left in me. Surprisingly, fighting words pocked up a few days. I won’t drag you into the drama that started with a stranger at the park...
Blooming from Our Messes

Blooming from Our Messes

Blooming from our messses does not happen in an instant. You know that life gets messy sometimes. And sometimes we’re a mess. I think you can relate to circumstances spinning out of grasp, leaving us jumbled and frustrated. Some days we’re just muddling through, just...

Whatcha Planting?

I got my start in gardening and loving the outdoors at a young age. “Whatcha planting?” had to be some of my first words. In this photo, I’m four and half years old and dragging a rake in the yet-to-be planted garden behind our house. (The photo angle makes me look...