Every spring, the bunnies come to visit the garden and see if by some chance, there’s a hole in the chicken wire big enough to access the greens. Sadly, they are disappointed, but they hang around any way and give birth each Spring to…
Yesterday, I had the opportunity to sit and talk with Papa Bluebird who seems to have returned a couple of months early for another nesting season. Rather than continuing on with my dirt digging or sermon writing, I just sat on the front steps…
The season of my separation from my ex-husband, the movie Under the Tuscan Sun had just been released on DVD. I acquired a copy and probably wore it out in the first year following this life transition. On so many levels, the film seemed to…
w The best place to seek God is in a garden. You can dig for him there. ~George Bernard Shaw, The Adventures of the Black Girl in Her Search for God, 1932 For the last couple of weeks, I have meditated on Anne Lamott’s reference…
Every spring, the bunnies come to visit the garden and see if by some chance, there’s a hole in the chicken wire big enough to access the greens. Sadly, they are disappointed, but they hang around any way and give birth each Spring to…
You expect Her to come quickly when you feel the first warm light bask on your skin, or when the first choir of purple crocuses peeps their heads through the dead leaves. You wait impatiently for this season of hibernation to fade. You’ve rested…
With all the new extra sunlight on the farm, my spring gardens have produced more than enough greens to feed our family, our chickens, and any rabbit that can jump the fence. I’ve been experimenting a bit with salad ideas and came up with…
Lord, the air smells good today, straight from the mysteries within the garden of God. The trees in their prayer, the birds in praise, the first blue violets, kneeling. ~Rumi May all I say and all I think be in harmony with thee,…
I’m reposting today as a reminder of the benefits of a good Spring cleaning–domestically and spiritually. ~cameron Some think it’s holding on that makes one strong; sometimes, it’s letting go. ~Sylvia Robinson Last night, I was reading a meditation on the freedom of letting…
It was spring and I finally heard him among the first leaves–– then I saw him clutching the limb in an island of shade with his red-brown feathers all trim and neat for the new year. First, I stood still and thought of nothing….