Gardening has grown to be so many things for me: an art form, a story, a memory, a solace, and more...
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Making my Mother’s Day garden
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New poem, “The Last Cord”
My farmhouse is sold and gone this past week, so this poem emerged...
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Embracing a Helping Hand
Suddenly, almost out of nowhere, I had a new friend. I was humbled once again, by the way the universe works sometimes...
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Collecting a “Red Barn in Autumn”
Soon, all that will be left to me of the farmhouse and my life there will be my memories of it.
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THROUGH MY LENS: Fridge magnet gallery
They are constant, visual reminders to me of all the places I've been, the things I've seen and learned, and the other travels, hopefully, still to come...
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Silent Summer
... I felt what I wanted now was to get out into the world again. To be a part of it, to be connected once more.
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Coming Home Again
Like Scarlett O'Hara, I felt like I was running back to Tara to find some strength. Only my Tara was about 1600 square feet with a cemetery just beyond the backyard.
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Fierce feelings and old garden friends
I dove right in to the challenge the house and those gardens presented. And the love of it all spread and thrived inside me.
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AROUND THE FARM: first snow
Sometimes if you can't find an oasis, you have to make one come to you...
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HANDY THINGS TO KNOW: creating a concrete slab
I am realizing construction really is creation. It seems very basic and simple at first... but you need to be creative, too.
Jacqlyn Thorne 