NOTES FROM THE FIELD
Guided by the details: the texture of a petal, the pattern of decay, the surprise of color.
The still season
An early start on fall clean up. Prickles gone, I carried on. This weekend was one of re-arranging. Moving plants from the front garden to the back, back garden to the front, from the barn to the greenhouse.
A QUIET SHIFT
It’s late July now. The rhythm in the field is still familiar. One of tending, shifting, preparing. This is the season in-between. Where what is lingers and something new begins.
