I’m the meek kind. I don’t do so well at advocating for my children, or myself. But my heart is aching and I am tired of feeling ashamed. This photo is from January 2020, around my eldest son’s 8th birthday. It was snapped in the second or two that he paused on his race throughContinue reading “Love and Medication”
There is a slight chill in the air, the first whisper that King Winter is on his way.
The Forager pushed aside saplings with her axe, taking slow steps, walking lightly to avoid the crackle of dried wood underfoot. Bird’s shrieked a cacophony in the branches above her, masking all but the loudest of noises in the forest. Still, it paid to be cautious; the troll clan would not welcome her presence here.
Whenever we take a walk in the woods, Robin brings home a pocketful of treasure.
Oh, that she might stay this way forever!
I watched my echinacea die away.
Toadstools for Robin and woodland greens for the dining room. Are you sensing a theme?
I think that an enchanted garden has a few necessities:
Do you dream big? I dream big now. There’s not much time and there seems little point in dreaming safe, dreaming small.
“Let’s be together, Mama”. “Hold on, Bobbin”. “I just wanted to tell you that I wish you would read me a story”. “Bobby, I just read you a story”. “Yeah, I know. But I wish you would read me another one”.