It’s no wonder fall is the time of year so many memories are created. Both fall and the earliest weeks of winter offer reserved dates for honoring community, that crucial element of human well-being that is so easily forgotten without the anchors of holidays, celebrations, ritual and ceremony committing us back to one another.
When was the last time you made something for fun? Not because you had to, not because you needed to make money, not because your kid needed help with a school project, but a time when you sat down, gathered a few materials, and decided to scratch the itch of an idea?
The most magical season for our yardstead is spring! Now that everything is in full bloom in Texas, and before the chiggers and mosquitos realize how nice and warm it’s getting, it’s time to get out in the yarden and plant all of those yummy veggies and fruits for harvesting this summer. What do you have growing or planned for your yarden this year?
This is a love letter💌, inspired by a woman’s memories of our neighborhood land and creek, from her childhood days in the early 1900s. This post may only resonate with a few, but for the few it does, I hope it inspires you to write your own love letters about the natural areas you call home. When we love nature, and when we allows others to witness that love, the Earth sings and saves wisps of our souls in its rocks and streams for future generations. It is needed today more than ever. 💗🌿🐇🦉🐛🐠🦎💗