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2020 Magic & Madness
Like many, the intensity of the last year has left me feeling a bit like I have been pushed through the per viable eye of the needle not quite on the other side, scratching my head wondering when this place of strange I’m in will ever subside. I have been running and pushing my flower farm forward with an urgency, a dire NEED to fill my heart full so full of beauty the nagging lingering grief over my son would be silenced to barely a whisper for the last 7 years. Everything has had to be perfect. Covid didn’t even slow me down. On top of the sold-out farmers market every Saturday, our…
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When the frost comes
The first few weeks of November I had the privilege of partaking in a floral creative online writing class offered by Debra Prinzing of Slow Flowers. What a delight. My goal was to improve my overall writing style without losing my fun, life-loving voice. I feel I achieved my goal. Plus I realized I love to take people on a journey with my writing. Here is a poem I wrote about my mental process when the first hard frost of the season takes my blooms. This year, here in Alaska it happened in late September. When the Frost Comes When the frost comes tipping the morning blooms all icy white. I dash out…
