Previously published in the Hughson Chronicle-Denair Dispatch I looked out the window to my mess of a backyard. Birdseed drove foreign plants out from the lawn of assorted weeds. The wild, drought-tolerant and all-too-happy to be watered plants had grown, taking over the slow and steady evergreens I hoped
How does your garden grow?
It was fragrant, beautiful and messy. Much like this year. Like garden, I am finding my way after loss and trauma.
Previously published in the Hughson Chronicle-Denair Dispatch. Coming home from the funeral, a wild mass of sweet peas invited me home. That statement is not factually correct but it betrays a truth beyond bare facts. The sweet peas bloomed in May. With my Easter decorations, the sweet peas came. Twice a