Three Years of Love

Three years of waiting.
Three years of care.
And this morning, deep violet flowers opened quietly in the sun, as if they had always been waiting for this exact light.


Three years of waiting.
Three years of care.
And this morning, deep violet flowers opened quietly in the sun, as if they had always been waiting for this exact light.
These are gifts from my garden.
Growing roses brings me so much joy—
the way they feel against my skin,
watching them open,
breathing in their soft, sun-warmed scent,
the layers of color I could get lost in.
Yes, they are in every package! Just another thoughtful, loving touch from Jennifer’s heart to her customers. 🥀
The cream is amazing!
Get some and share some - it even comes beautifully gift wrapped to give❣️
Oh the wonders we might see if only we slow down.... There is a new seed in the library from my wandering into the desert this week... I hope you enjoy and find some time in your life to slow down and see this beautiful world around you.

https://www.therootedfield.com/post/seed-03-nothing-was-missing
Today felt full of the kind of wonder that asks nothing of me except that I notice it.

Nothing brings me more joy than being out in nature with my boys.
Warm berries from the tree.
A lizard in an unexpected place.
The trees dancing in the wind.
a precisely perfect presence… 🦋