When the Kousa dogwoods bloom from May to June, the world takes notice.
I grow flowers. No, I shovel manure.
I almost deleted this essay when receiving paper catalogs was a traditional annual event.
A quick video of a garden I photographed for a magazine article.
Last night something strange happened.
I hear peace.
We have all done it. Picked flowers and presented them to a favorite teacher, mother or a special friend.
Our surroundings give us much to be in gratitude.
This video is a tribute to the creatures in the garden and our silly reactions to them
My heart is a quiver…