When everything in the world seems out of control, it’s comforting to step out the back door and immediately be captured by the orderliness of nature.
Each plant in the flowerbed or vegetable patch blooms or bears fruit according to the schedule the Master Gardener drew up for it.
These walls can speak, actually. That’s the thought that crosses my mind as I travel from to room to room with the vacuum cleaner, sucking up the debris of the last week and a half (don’t judge) and wishing I was doing something else.
This past spring, when we were all hunkered down at home and anxiously awaiting a bit of good news about the Covid-19 pandemic, I often found peace just outside my back door. I’m a homebody, for sure. A gardening homebody, on top of that. But it’s been many years since …
I haven’t made it an official goal or anything, but it seems 2020 has gradually become The Year of Trying New Things for me. I’ve written about some of that here, and I hope to continue the conversation in the coming months. This week, though, I’m trying something new in …
When it comes to places to live, Kansas is not very glamorous. Nobody has ever said, “Wow, I bet it’s beautiful there,” or “I’ve always wanted to live there,” when they find out where my home is. I get it. I’ve been around the country, and Kansas is a bit boring …
There it was, in the subject line of a promotional email from the photo company we’d used to print Lilly’s senior pictures: “Don’t forget about dad.” The timing made sense, given that Father’s Day was less than two weeks away. But when I read it, I couldn’t escape the irony.