01/14/2025
It’s a typical west coast winter day here at the farm—watered-down Paynes grey skies, heavy damp air that chills to the bone. The fire’s been going since dawn, and the house is toasty warm.
I’ve been updating websites, which means sifting through achingly beautiful photos of summer.
This one captured my heart and I thought I’d share it with you, in case you too, are need of a bit of beauty boost.
The photo stirs memories…
The sun warm on my face as I walk through the gardens, a meditation of gathering. Carefully choosing the right colour, texture and fragrance. Stopping once in a while for bees to finish their foraging, or deciding to come back later. Bird song and soft ocean breezes, a frog calling from the pond.
Even all these months later, I can feel the energy of the flowers…a fragrant song of flowers: roses, lavender, astrantia, lisianthus, dahlias, obedient flower, bottle brush, snapdragons, phlox, chamomile, hyssop, snapdragons, alstroemeria and mints.
How I love this place that has become the home of my heart—the one that when I lived in the city I never thought I’d find. This land is filled with healing magic and flower messengers of love. 💜