by Krista | Jul 12, 2023 | Friends and Family, Poetry Blog, Quiet Reflection, The Garden |
I didn’t realise how often I think of my mom until she was gone. Everyday, throughout the day, little things remind me of her. Each thought, like a beautiful flower, is now a cherished memory that I tend to with care so as not to lose it. When I think of the plants...
by Krista | May 13, 2023 | Hope, Poetry Blog, Quiet Reflection, Spring, The Garden |
As the long, frozen winter melts into the beauty of spring, I feel myself come alive again. It is in the garden where the sights and sounds and smells of spring’s awakening first begins. It is in the smell of the soft rains that fall. It is in the sight of the tiny...
by Krista | Dec 6, 2022 | Poetry Blog, Quiet Reflection, Summer, The Garden |
There is a brief moment in the day just before dusk where the light changes. The shadows lengthen and the sun ignites the trees and flowers in a gentle golden glow. Some call it the Golden Hour. At this time of day, the breeze becomes still, as though the earth is...
by Krista | Oct 7, 2022 | Hope, Poetry Blog, Quiet Reflection, Summer, The Garden |
Here is an excerpt from my book: Wildflowers can be found in the most unlikely places… in a field of summer grasses on the side of the road or poking up through a crack in the sidewalk. They bravely bloom in situations where other flowers would wilt from lack of...
by Krista | Sep 4, 2022 | Poetry Blog, Quiet Reflection, Summer, The Garden |
I have a birdfeeder just outside my front window where I love to sit and watch the sparrows. They can see my movement through the glass and are so timid that I have to sit very still before they are willing to venture out of their hiding place and fly up to the...
by Krista | Jul 8, 2022 | Friends and Family, Hope, Poetry Blog, Quiet Reflection, Summer, The Garden |
I have been pondering this lately…what does it mean to feel truly happy? Are happiness and contentment the same thing? I often feel contentment when I am doing something I enjoy. When I am standing on the sand, listening to the waves as I look out...
