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While the Rest of the World was Sleeping

Once a week a girlfriend, Cxx, and I go for a walk.  We live in the same neighborhood and we both have children the same age (both of us being late-bloomers).  We both love ice-cream, are in a love-hate relationship with our bodies and struggle daily with the balance between work and family.  And we…

Patience

They tell me that with patience comes rewards.  Be they to your spirit, your treasure or your community.  Or to your garden.  However, I don’t tend to be the patient sort.  When I work I want to see progress made.  If it’s not immediate then I would like it to be at least incremental.  At the…

Anticipation

My son started developing his Christmas list in July.  Now, I realize to some, this might sound like a greedy enterprise.  However, for my six year old boy, the Christmas list becomes a fine-tuned art.  It might seem a stretch, but drafting the list is viewed as an opportunity to practice hand-writing and spelling, two…

Winter Blooms

Those of us from the Pacific NW seem to be obsessed with our weather.  Furthermore, we are a fickle bunch.  Perhaps it is similar where you live?  Last year, after an unusually wet summer, we spent much of our winter complaining about the incessant grey drizzle.  This year it was different.  A playground chat actually…

The Forests and Wetlands are Healing

A couple weeks ago, I had a health scare. It is nothing that cannot be fixed. It has, however, reminded me that I am getting older and I need to take better care of myself. Too often, it is too easy to say that work needs me or kids need me or my garden needs…

Flowers Big and Small

I love plants. Anyone who knows me will not be surprised by that statement. I love their expression of the seasons. I love how they can repair our environment. The rainbow of flowers I can plant in my garden gives me endless amounts of joy. And I love that my plants can surprise me. Throughout…

The Forests and Wetlands are Blooming

The Merriam-Webster Dictionary defines a forest as a “dense growth of trees and underbrush covering a large tract.”  This seems, to me, to be a description of an ecosystem at its most base level.  Of course, I could wax poetic about the majesty and true splendor of a forest.  For now I will save you the…