Mahonia

Even when it's pouring...

Even when my heart is breaking...

And I think there can be no more...

there is light...

There is always light...

It peaks through the cracks...

It reflects off the drops of rain that will eventually fall to the saturated earth...

Sometimes I have to look for it...

Sometimes it stares me straight in the face...

Thankfully, it is always there. 

Dinner

When I consider the critter who left this behind I wondered how long it was there...

Did it take the acorn from the leaves in the garden? Or did they come from a tree in the yard?

Looking at the spot it seems like a pretty good vantage point from the place this rock is in the yard...

Does it eat here often? Or have I just missed it?

I hope it was a yummy acorn... 

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.