In the Garden: First Growth
Every spring, my favorite season is spring. Every fall, my favorite season is fall. I think the reality is that I crave that middle space; whether temperament, politics, or weather, I don’t enjoy extremes. But I’m also perpetually captivated by the rhythms of nature, and the closer I look, the more I see. I’m trying to imprint things onto my brain - what week does our wisteria begin to bloom? When will the ginkgo tree finally shudder and drop its golden leaves? When will the hummingbirds reappear?
In the Garden: Starting Seeds
I am touched, in many different ways, by the simple thought that it’s all going according to plan in there. Whatever chaos swirls around this moment in history, these seeds are doing what they were meant to do. And if I can just give them what they need, they’re going to keep doing that. Slow, steady, beautiful.
Our House, As it Exists Right Now
The week the world began to end, we closed on our first house. As we pried off baseboards and painted our bedroom, NASA told employees not to come back to the office... No social life, no in-person church, no international travel, but a house that was ours. A home that we slowly worked on, checking things off our list one weekend at a time.