Tuesday, April 5, 2016


I have work to do but find all sorts of reasons to wander out to the greenhouse in search of that heady, loamy, earthy smell as I sprinkle the seedlings with water. I examine each pot for new growth. Rescue trapped butterflies. Move and shift and rearrange. And generally tinker for immeasurable amounts of time. Some of my best thinking is done out there.

Growth. The seedlings and mine.



the momma said...


Kar said...

Greenhouses are a wonderful place to be. : )

diane said...

The garden is my favorite place to be too. I feel one with Gid and nature when my hands are deep in dirt.