frost bitten lamb’s ear

I planted this in my garden, when I moved into my house, about five years ago. I’ve lost parts of it, but it stubbornly remains rooted to it’s favorite spot. I remember to rub it’s softness & compliment its resiliency to survive far longer then I ever dreamed it capable of. It proves you can…

early morning December

frost kissed, “he loves me, he loves me not” petal-less flowers in my flower garden.

free antidepressant

I grew up in Vermont. My parents will tell you it was six months of winter. I remember it as, “this is life & what else is there?” My parents had lived in other places & disliked the length of Vermont winters. When my mother was feeling blue from winter, she would take us to…