Creative Nonfiction by Andrea Badgley
The seed catalogs arrived! As soon as we brought them in from the mail box, I started poring over them. Our intention is to plant a flower garden out front, but the catalogs begin with tomatoes. Bright red, juicy tomatoes whose slices drip with the warmth and sunshine of summer. I can’t imagine one of … Continue reading Dreaming of seeds, but — cats.
It is a warm, rainy Christmas day. We opened gifts, ate cinnamon rolls, and lounged all morning amidst shiny bows and piles of ripped wrapping paper. The cats are playing in cardboard boxes, our daughter is messaging me from across the room on her new iPod, our son has completed his fifth reading of the … Continue reading Pining for a seed catalog
We thought we were going to wait till spring to start any gardening, but none of us could stand waiting. I’ve been poring over gardening books, planning the spring beds. Our house looked sad and bare, though, after we ripped out the previous owner’s shrubbery. So we decided, we can at least put in some … Continue reading September gardening
My coworker Jeremey DuVall wrote recently about adventuring. Specifically, he wrote about taking more microadventures: little adventures taken at little cost, that take you out of your normal routine, and can be done in your own back yard or your own small town. I took his advice today. For my birthday, my son gave me … Continue reading Hahn Horticulture Garden: a Microadventure
I know what I’ll be doing every day for the rest of the summer. Continue reading In the weeds
We spent the past week moving: we are homeowners again. We’ve gotten the unpacking to a point where we can lounge in the living room, find clothes in our closets, cook in the kitchen, and eat at the table. We’ve also gotten to the point where I feel like I can take a breather from … Continue reading Yellow flowers, foggy morning
