
English Dogwood. His Presence, a Healing Fragrance
Her grief was deep, but not silent. She moved through the garden, each step heavy, each breath a mix of sorrow…
Her grief was deep, but not silent. She moved through the garden, each step heavy, each breath a mix of sorrow…
This uncommon iris. It’s beautiful. Unique. Stands out in a group of irises that all look the same. It was transformed from the inside out. It tells a story about grace.
“Hope, like the daffodils, is always ready to return. You just have to believe it will.” I whispered the words in the silence,…
The Story of Flowers. The stories that flowers tell in gardens are timeless and poetic, each bloom holding a narrative of its own.
Life from Daisy Mae’s Point of View “I’ve been standing in the hallway, waiting for her to invite me in. Been here for at least 30 seconds. Too long…
I believed it would and it did! Snow! What a fun day. The snow seems like we are experiencing Christmas all over again.
On a hot summer day, as I sat in my office with my granddaughter creating works of art, my mind was changed forever about Oreo cookies…
I learned much about my ancestors through my grandparents as I listened to the stories they told…
It was a perfect day with a little nip in the air and a gentle breeze. At age eighteen, life is exactly as I want—secure and carefree. But in just a few hours, life would change forever.