05.04.10
Forgive the cryptic title. Between the tulip blossoms all skirty flirty and the upside down pots, I find myself thinking about how much I look forward to new knickers in the Spring. I went out one night last week after Syd had gone to bed (Daddy was on duty) and bought a few pair. When it’s time to set out my pots, it’s also time to pitch the old panties and secure some lovely new ones. What does this little confession have to do with gardening? …Be honest. How many times have you awakened well before the neighbors — or maybe you’re lucky enough to have a private backyard — and gone outside with a cup of tea, pulled a few weeds and wandered around the garden in your underwear? I can’t be the only one.
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- Tulips | Love
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04.30.10
Today is the anniversary of my brother, Ian Robert Burcroff’s, untimely death. Nine years ago, at the age of 23, he gave way to his four-year fight with cancer. My mother and I have taken to calling today his Rebirthday. It wouldn’t be right to let the day pass without honoring him out loud. …Something about the pulmonaria blossoms made me think of birthday candles and life alight, regenerating through the muck and dirt.
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04.26.10
I am up to my neck in life with my beautiful baby. And in my “downtime,” I’m doing a bit of freelance to earn my keep. So, Invisible Bees has dropped down to the bottom of my list of priorities. Well behind dog walks; mealtime; hugging my husband; and sleep, precious, divine and illusive sleep. Thank you for hanging in there with me. I miss working in this space, and look forward to the days when I can give it — and you — more of my love.
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- Abstract Germination, the Colorado Seed Lab
- The Magical Magnolia
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- I dream of a woodland garden.
