The Dream of Gardening Begins in January

I am inspired!


Here in New England the days are still short and for the most part still very chilly. Although we have had a few warmer days the air may be warm but the ground is still very much still frozen and unworkable. Now if many of you are anything like me you are itching to get your hands in that soil and start the gardening season, don’t let that cold air discourage you! There are plenty of things that can still be done even in January , last week my husband and I sat down and drew a new garden plan for this year (surprise surprise we are expanding ). Gather your measurements of your current gardens or figure out the size of a space you would like to create a garden , this is extremely helpful in deciding how much of what plant you would like to grow. We are…

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Spreading some joy!

Just found this new blog and already I love it! What a perfect time of the year here in New England to feel such hope for the days to come! One of my passions, gardening! ❤ We all love inspiration and reading this is just exactly what I have been needing! Cold rainy winteryness be gone! haha! I hope you all enjoy this one as much as I ❤


Alien skies

dashes color across the misty morning

black spaces leaving trails to a world unknown

I can hear someones footsteps echo

along the walls of my heart

alien skies beam a stream of light into my eyes

I’m blinded by life

by love

and by the thought of yet another

my fantasy…she talks

trace the curves of my heart with yours

draw us a picture perfect world

then let our newness set it on fire

burn up the sky with me and never let me go

quench in me what you yourself thirst after

I’m drowning in you

don’t try to save me

I will only pull you down under with me

a death you will love to live

my fantasy

he talks






A day in the life…

She with a smile on her face, a heart full of joy and happiness leans over just as the floor beneath her gives way. She finds herself with no sure footing that causes her to lose her balance. Something that is not a usual but on this day seemed befitting. The noise of the insulation and fragments of wood only have a split second to worry her before she comes to a dead stop as all of the air in her lungs is pushed instantly out of her in the sound of a loud gasp. She would certainly have fallen to her knees if not for her landing ribcage first against the floor joist. Cuts, bruises, aches, and pains all old friends of hers. You know the type you do not like to see them come but once they pass you are truly appreciative to have experienced them.