As a gardener, writer and photographer, I always feel like I can’t quite make up my mind…
But when I come back from a walk and see my home like this, in the golden light, with the plants just beginning to bloom, birds singing, I’m reminded that spring is about renewal. Hope, really, second chances, the promise of new life to come.
And that gives it some edge over autumn, I suppose. Even now, when I’m sore and tired from all the garden chores, I still feel such peace at the end of a long day. In the heat of summer, I hope I’ll look back on this time and remember. And finally close my eyes to rest awhile.
I've never really liked labels: I am this, I am that... But in the interest of introducing myself to the world, I can say that I am many things: nurse, writer, photographer, poet, painter, gardener, friend, armchair philosopher, counselor, nature lover, real-estate aficionado, movie buff, sometime yogi, and aspiring world-traveler. I think that's a pretty good list... for now. I want to become a bigger part of the vital, creative force I feel deeply at work in the world and connect with other people who want to do the same.