It’s hard to swap long, balmy evenings for woolly socks and an urge to be in bed by 9 pm! But as the clocks change and winter approaches, I’m finding comfort and strength in my inner She-Bear.
Category Archives: The Garden
Autumn and the Swirl
Our corner is a good corner with people we know and care about. It makes all the difference.
Rain, Roses, and a Riven Nation
The flag of St George, so well beloved across many countries and cultures, should be the flag of everyone. While there have been well-intentioned attempts to reclaim it, that horse has bolted at least for now.
The Quiet Resilience of a Summer Garden
The mid-July rain is torrential now, drumming a relentless rhythm on the roof. Just a couple of hours ago, though, there was a brief reprieve, a window of calm that allowed me to step out into the garden. I spent that time deadheading, a quiet, repetitive task that brings a small sense of order, andContinue reading “The Quiet Resilience of a Summer Garden”
The Land of the Unwell: Finding Sanctuary in the Garden
I was thinking recently that the garden is a microcosm of existence. It demands patience, nurtures growth, and accepts decay as part of the cycle. It teaches me about resilience, about the quiet strength of a tiny seed pushing through hardened earth.