The tiny seed knew that in order to grow, it needed to be dropped in the dirt, covered with darkness, and struggle to reach the light. ~ Sandra Kring
Oil Can
This oil can belonged to my grandfather - who was my best friend when I was little girl. He was a mechanic and ALWAYS smelled like oil. I have wonderful memories of being in his garden with him and trying my best to help him work on cars using this oil can - I don't think I ever got to actually pour the oil but I was happy to bring it to him when he needed it. Today this oil can stands perfectly as a token of my history - my roots - in our garden where I still tend the land he and I once tended together.
Onion
Cold in the shade.
Warm in the sun.
Blue skies and winter skies.
And so the garden grows.
Grape Hyacinth
Meandered to the tree house this morning and as I settled in all was quiet.
As I sat I longed to be under the feeders in the yard. So, I moved and it was awesome.
With birds coming and going...
Flocks of different birds moving magically through the air...
Air under the wings of the chickadees...
Towhee calls, cardinal song...
Wrens beginning to build a nest
