I don’t particularly like the smell of marigolds when we initially plant them in the late spring. They are so distinctly pungent. We plant them as a bug deterrent, and so they smell functional if that word can be used as a sensual description. They’re also competing with the syrupy …
She sits in her laundry basket in the backyard, quietly breathing in the cool of the summer afternoon. The garden needs tending after a lot of rain has caused a sudden burst of growth. The laundry sways, dancing on the line. Clouds shift and scurry overhead, cooling and heating intermittently. …
We’ve taken down our Christmas tree. It feels so sacrilegious to breathe a sigh of relief as all remnants of Christmas decor are put away for another year. But the house feels so fresh and clean and void of clutter. Filled with intention and purpose, as it were. One of …
“Lord, I do fear Thou’st made the world too beautiful this year;” This phrase from Edna St. Vincent Millay’s “God’s World,” perfectly describes my delight for Minnesota autumns. As we give way to snowy and cold days, I know that I’ll find delight in those as well. For now, however, …
