My shade garden taught me about compromise, but when it comes to choosing a husband, I won't settle for pretty ground cover. Here's why being 'picky' in love is actually wise—and why I'm waiting for the flowers.
Nature & Reflections
My 76-Year-Old Neighbor Gardens with a Walker—And Finally Said What I Couldn’t
Mrs. Washington balances her hose in one hand, walker in the other, tending gardens for sixteen years. When she caught my neighbor dumping his yard waste in front of my house, she gave him the riot act I'd been too polite to deliver. Now her marigolds thrive in shade where they shouldn't—maybe there's a lesson there about taking risks on things that don't look perfect on paper.
Grammy’s Morning Glories Opened at Dawn—My Evening Glories Bloom for First Dates
Kneeling in my garden with moonflower seeds, I became my grandmother thirty years later. The packet said 'evening glory,' and suddenly I was watching Grammy's morning glories from her kitchen window. Three days of rain made me lose faith in tiny seeds—but nature was just pre-soaking them the way I couldn't.
Planting Seeds of Hope: What My Garden Taught Me About Dating After Divorce
A friend helped me redesign my failing garden, and suddenly I understood what it really takes to cultivate new love after everything has died.
Why I Ignored the Warning Signs: Learning to Read Life’s Tags
My hanging plants came with clear instructions I ignored, just like the red flags in my marriage. Sometimes love means paying attention to what someone actually needs to thrive.
Two Hanging Plants, Twin Nieces, and the Teenager Buying Boobs for Graduation
One plant thrives, one dies. One twin crawls, one raises her arms. One teenager begs to grow up too fast. I sing 'In The Garden' to my nieces and wonder: am I the dying plant or the late-blooming azalea?
Breaking Up in My Azalea Garden: When Love Means Letting Someone Grow
A bird flew from my wreath and knocked me off balance. Days later, sitting beside my boyfriend on the porch, I realized I'd outgrown our pot while he still needed time for his roots to develop. Some transplants come too early.
Six Hours on My Knees Pulling Clover: How My Ex-Husband Became a Garden Weed
Kathy at Home Depot warned me: those pretty pink clovers are weeds that steal nutrients. My ex-husband's aunt warned me too—he was just a little boy playing house. Both times, I fell for the pink flowers.
The Magnolia Trees Bloomed While I Was Waiting for Perfect
I planned to photograph the magnolias when the light was right and the trash cans weren't there. By the time I returned, they were bare. I've spent my whole life waiting for the perfect moment that never comes.
Why I’m a Perennial, Not an Annual: Lessons from My Neighbor’s Forgotten Daffodils
Impatiens live and die in one season where you can watch. Peonies disappear underground and make you wait. I've been judging my life by what's visible, forgetting that perennials need winters to bloom.
Writer's Growth 