Coming Alive!

I sat quietly on the back deck as the sun was dropping in the evening sky listening to the sounds of life that have been absent since people retreated into the warmth of their homes last November. A scampering squirrel crunching through dry leaves, a cardinal calling to its mate, children playing a game, a…

The Gardener’s Heart

To cultivate flowers is to cultivate wonder. Come! We’ll open our hearts to the beauty of the blooms. Our souls will rise upon scents of love to soar in joy among the clouds. To cultivate flowers is to accept death. We’ll hold each others’ hands as the rich colors yield to brown, then give their…