Tag: gardening
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The Watering Can
On Monday’s, a friend and I Marco Polo one another just to stay connected and current in each other’s life. She’s going through a season I traveled through 10 years ago and even though hers is unraveling differently, the end result will be the same. During one of our Marco Polo exchanges she said, “At…
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A Good Gasp
I have three pairs of sneakers used during the day and spend a lot of my morning looking for the right pair for what I wish to do. The yard shoes are strictly for working in the yard and filthy, so there’s no telling where I stepped out of them last. The indoor sneaker suits…
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Bloom in Secret
I tried three different techniques for fixing coffee, until I sipped from the cup that soothed my soul. The Chemex won and Goldilocks…I feel you. I rarely edit my photos anymore and haven’t for a long time. Every now and then I’ll brighten it if the subject is sitting in a darkened area, but I…
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Bloom in Silence
The Crepe Myrtle was here when we moved in. It was planted, but not nurtured, so it didn’t know the power it held. I learned when and how to cut it back so it could rest off season. Each year it grew and bloomed a little bit longer than the last, but this year it…
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Uncoil the Hose
There are all kinds of gadgets to keep watering hoses organized and most are designed to keep it tightly coiled. For decades, every aspect of my life was wound tight like a watering hose. Last summer, I purchased a large, metal, decorative drum to coil my hose in and my daughter was amused how perfectly…
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Ease into August
I left the music playing in the house as I walked outside to care for the flowers. Stepping back inside to grab a glass of water, this song was playing. As the water filled my glass my eyes well up in sync. That’s what this song does to me. It hits my heart center and…
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The Crunchy Season
A friend in the neighborhood has been traveling over the summer, so I’ve been keeping her flowers watered while she’s away. She mentioned looking out the widow of the airplane while landing in Texas and everything looked dead. What she was seeing is fondly referred to as the crunchy season. I was walking home one…
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My Father’s Daughter
To work in the yard, I wear similar clothing fondly referred to as ‘yard clothes’. A pair of lightweight Capri pants, a white, V-neck, men’s undershirt, ankle socks and yard shoes which resemble last year’s sneakers. Daddy was a gardener and could grow anything. I think he had more than a green thumb, Daddy had…
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The Sweet Spot
I purchased a candle that you’d normally buy in the fall/winter and have it lit nearby. I’m not rushing the season, but smelling it’s fall like scent certainly takes the edge off the outdoor temps climbing well into the 100’s by afternoon. I head outside early each morning to water everything that’s planted in pots…
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An Outdoor Room
Saturday morning, I stepped outside to check and see how everything is doing. Earlier this week, a hanging basket holding a huge Boston Fern broke and landed at my feet while I was watering it. That startled me into the present moment! I split the fern in half and placed one half in a hanging…
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No More Flies
I was surprised to be entrusted with this, but they see me taking care of plants outdoors, so assumed I’d know how to attend to them indoors. Those are two totally different beasts, but last Winter I practiced taking care of some indoors and for the most part was successful. My neighbors went to visit…


