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This Moment.

Joining Amanda at Soulemama today with:

{this moment}

A Friday ritual. A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment.

A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.

Please feel free to share your moment with us.


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Signs of spring.


You are a sight for sore eyes!

We can almost see the growth, right before our eyes. I’m sure that this wasn’t here yesterday, as we made our daily rounds…

Other spring news: The sand hill cranes have arrived and a flock of robins has been working hard on combing our neighbors lawn.  Spring is here!

And what signs of Spring surround you, friends?

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New beginnings always feel good to me, especially when they involve planting seeds.  We started out a little later than other years.  Finally giving in to the filling of the fuel tank and the official turn on of “night heat”.  Luckily, the days are warm and long, and the heater quiets not long after the sun lifts from behind the mountains.

The trays are slowly filling.

There is already a descent sized stack of empty seed packets.

The trays are now studded with tiny gems; specks of hope:  artichoke, celeriac, petunia, impatiens…

The list is long, but I always like to think of how much longer it could be if I really let my seed buying get away with me!

And, of course, my dearest little helpers are with me each step of the way.

Checking the temperature, sprinkling these trays ever so gently with water…

And lets not forget the soil.  Any type of digging and movement of soil must be done accordingly with the “right” equipment.

I am very thankful to have an assistant with so much knowledge on these things.

And so we begin, friends and fellow growers. 

Another year of soil and seeds, transplanting and selling.

The pull of the momentum, the lengthening of days and shortening of nights.

The beauty we create has begun to grow.


Half and half.

Half and half .

Half day, half night.

Jackets wide open.

Half sun, half moon.

Morning dull grey.

Half warm, half cold.

Sky cloudy blue.

Half snow, half melt.

Soil, thick mud.

Half asleep, half awake.

Standing up tall.

Half today, half tonight.

Sun at our side.

Half and half (or nearly so).

Welcome, First Day of Spring. We are ready.

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Red wing blackbirds

There is a sound for every season.  In spring, there is a sound to me that brings both calm and refreshment.

When I hear the stirring of the Red-winged Blackbirds, I feel lightness.  Light in the sky, light in the air, light in my heart. It coaxes me out, brings a pause as I watch the dark shadows with bright shoulder patches moving erratically and in sync.

The sweet trilling mixes and mingles with the feeling of dirt in my hands, tiny seeds dropping from my fingers, tiny fingers working alongside me.  Then it fades to a gentle background melody.

 The melody of freshness, the harmony of learning as a mother, the gentle tune of my spring.