Her delicate fingers
playing fast and loud and long.
Little hands learning to play with little things . . .
This spanish moss pet traveled all the way back from New Orleans on the train!
Wallace is now on a first-name basis with Gandhi.
Well, that was certainly a lovely day.
Thank you for the delicious chocolate cake, Susie.
They could have stayed in the greenhouse all afternoon!
And here are the big girls, planting onion seeds just a few days earlier . . .
stepping out of the arctic air
into the greenhouse warmth
welcomed by our dear farmer friend
who put these three little people right to work
planting ginger mothers!
as she and I talked
about the changing seasons
I looked around,
thinking how the seeds of my wedding flowers
were seeded in this very space
by Jenny’s hands.
how grateful I am
for our long friendship
and for roots of love
that grow deep
at Meadowlark Farm.
Ellen declared this as a very successful day.
“The poems were just popping out of me onto the page!”