But in that vacant lot he would see me. He would watch my beans break ground and spread, and would notice with pleasure their pods growing plump. He would see my patience and my hard work. I would show him that I could raise plants, as he had. I would show him that I was his daughter.

                                    SEEDFOLKS

tomato confessions: intro

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tomato confessions: intro

Here is my post from last year at this time. This year, I will do the same tomato confessions blog of all the varieties I am growing this year. I have some interesting new varieties…. I must confess, this whole tomato thing has gotten a little out of hand. It all started fifteen years ago with a friend, an unusual tomato plant, some dirt and a pot. Fast forward to today, and I have….okay – I am embarrassed to actually reveal the number of tomato plants, with fear that I might just scare you all off.  So, let’s just say...

seed catalogs: planning and reflecting on spring gardens in January

seed catalogs: planning and reflecting on spring gardens in January

Leading up to Christmas, seed catalogs start filling my mailbox. Resisting the temptation to hastily flip through them while I sort through mail, I carefully stack the catalogs aside.  I smile as I pass the neatly stacked pile, knowing a quiet wet day is coming soon. Each year in early January, without fail, the perfect day arrives, a day for a fireside cup of tea with stacks of seed catalogs and books encircling me. The day shows up with the sound of rain, extra time, and quiet space. I start the tea kettle, grab the seed catalogs, take down my carefully wax paper wrapped...

sweeping leaves

sweeping leaves

Bundling twigs and attaching them together and tying them to a stick dates back to Biblical times when these twigs were used to sweep ash around fires. Named after thorny shrubs they were made of, the broom dates back far into the stories of those who have gone before us and has changed very little since its invention. When I sweep, I am reminded of those before me who swept ashes, castles, cottages…those who tidied homes. I am inspired by the rhythms of old, the simple acts of tidying, tending and caring for the spaces we inhabit. The gold leaves...

May you leave here today, better than you arrived, inspired to humbly and thoughtfully listen to and collect the stories that make up our days. We will make messes, wander off course, and sometimes lose our way but when this happens, may we gently straighten back up, open our eyes, and look up to the fresh face of He, who delights in us.