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”.
We have been drying flowers all summer with no real idea what we would do with them. I had little bowls with random petals in them dotted all around the old house.
Nestled, cozy, ‘neath the fallen leaves Amidst the pinecone spiral’s spreading seeds Betwixt the twisted roots of this old tree Look close, and if you’re lucky, there I’ll be.
Everything was packed up for weeks and weeks. I hardly remember what is in each box. I am trying to be very careful with what we allow into our new house. If it doesn’t make