small beginnings
When we bought our first home so many years ago, I thought of home and garden design in terms of magazine spreads–things and furniture and plant life neatly arranged in exactly the right place, constant,
a nostalgic longing
Many of us who aren’t farmers or gardeners still have some element of farm nostalgia in our family past, real or imagined: a secret longing for some connection to a life where a rooster crows
the gardener
          Even now I can feel him. Hands buried in my heart, reaching deep to upturn old, unwanted roots, roots long hidden from the light, fooling me of their power to grow