Journal

One of my favorite times to be alive is that magical, liminal moment when Winter releases its grip and Spring bursts into view .

As crisp fall days turn short and dark, I know winter is here. My mind races toward the garden: how do I maintain a little color to get me through to spring?

One summer over four years ago, we brought home a 2-yr old Fuyu persimmon tree and planted it near the grape arbor in our backyard. My daughter christened…