Tree pits filled with zinnias are a gift from August for September.
One tiny tomato cutting in an new spot might be just what’s needed.
Fresh haircuts change the way a body moves.
Bang trims on a park bench are a love language.
Crisp mornings help new beginnings.
There’s no such thing as waking up early enough.
It’s possible to feel vibrations from tiny trembling shoulders all day long.
In a pinch, a mom’s necklace is a powerful talisman.
Long shadows make even tiny kids seem big.
Thank goodness for September dinners while the sun sinks.
There’s still time for stone fruit.
There’s still time.
Book of poetry forthcoming Erin? How do I preorder? Just got a copy of ‘Making Things’ for my 40th birthday and it is my second favorite gift next to the card from my two year old. 40! There’s still time.
“There still is time.”
I’ll carry that one as a mantra with me all week.