This little back yard garden we’re building: it grows upon love’s footprint. The tire swing tree once stood here:
remembering the tire swing tree from Stephanie Sicore on Vimeo.
tenacity
I have a heavy heart for a mama who is moving and healing, both at the same time. She completely overshadows any of my manic self-deprecating pouts.
Tenacious minds and bodies inspire me, like Nie Nie.
Our dog, Seti, channels this kind of perserverence in the photo above, taken this weekend. He does not accept “no” to a good game of fetch. His ball, slid underneath the new garden beds I built with Damon, represents all the hope a soul can hold onto.
Keep pushing, brave mama.
Olive the name Olivia.
Alas, I don’t make girls.
On the other hand, the olive tree is in fruit.
So I picked some for a brining project.
I have no idea what I am doing! Does anyone out there have any pointers?
I’m following Mother Earth New’s “Cure Your Own Olives.” There are no expectations attached to this project, other than pure curiosity; this year the yield is low and this batch will be small. In fact, at this point, the joy is all in the harvesting–the sun on my shoulders; the cats gophering around my feet; the dog looking up at me with a ball in his mouth, just waiting; the feeling of connection I get with this land, caring for everything living on it and taking, in return, a small harvest in thanksgiving. It’s great.