There were no roses today––only hyacinths and a few daffodils. I have worked on my spring flowerbeds. I found my white rose bush in the back flowerbeds, my luscious yellow rose bush, and the red/black velvet––a very old bush planted before I moved to the farm 21 years ago––have all died. I will miss... Continue Reading →
Soul Food Flowers
"Sometimes when you're in a dark place, you think you've been buried, but actually you've been planted. " Lyli Dunbar I planted a lily today. I planted an ugly bulb with dirt clinging to its roots. I dug six inches, spread the roots there in the hole, and turned it point up before I buried... Continue Reading →
Buttonhole Attitude
Begonia The begonia on my porch is showing her true colors this week. As each tiny bead of a bud pops itself open; it uncurls into a tiny pale pink bundle like a baby girls's soft crochetted bootie found in the cradle's end––a tiny soft wad. Then the sun beams on it and it unfolds... Continue Reading →