I’m sitting here over my morning tea watching transition across my yard.
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cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
I’m sitting here over my morning tea watching transition across my yard.
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When we drove up the driveway to our new home in 1998 the grass was above our knees when we walked across it to meet our new neighbors.
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It’s really early in the morning. Most of the world around me is deep in sleep.
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There is such breathtaking promise in a green chrysalis.
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“Meet me in morning stillness, while the earth is fresh with the dew of My Presence.” by Sarah Young
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Growing up, I was not fond of summer.
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When I left home 10 days ago, our yard still looked brown and rather sad after the long winter, except for the few splashes of color the early spring daffodils were bringing.
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Last year was the first year we planted a full garden.
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Fall comes slowly—the temperature begins to drop ever so slightly, the days feel a bit shorter, and one leaf turning color becomes more leaves turning as the trees begin the process of a slow, beautiful death.
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