I’m ready for spring so I can stop writing about how I’m ready for spring

Our daughter and I went shopping on Sunday. She wanted decorations for her room. I wanted decorations for spring. The equinox is one week away. I feel like I’ve been waiting for it forever. I’ve got pages and pages in my garden journals, regular journals, and diaries dedicated to, “OMG will spring never come?” For … Continue reading I’m ready for spring so I can stop writing about how I’m ready for spring

Grit

Grit scratches. It roughs the surface. It scrapes knees, breaks seed coats. It is unyielding. It changes things. Grit is tiny shards of glass, slicing through surfaces, glittering, sharp and bright. Grit disrupts. Grit is one of my favorite words. In the same way physical grit scrapes and scratches, internal grit has the power to … Continue reading Grit