Fresh-Cut Flowers Archives

Stacking Stones {A Day in Sedona…with Video!}

by Darcy Wiley | May 11, 2015 | Fresh-Cut Flowers

We step out from under the canopy of trees to an open expanse of rock, a solid place to stand and admire the formations over our heads. At the side, creek water rolls over boulders and skitters through, continuing its slow chisel into the earth. I tip my head back,...

Burn Out vs. Everlasting Light

by Darcy Wiley | Nov 12, 2014 | Fireflies, Fresh-Cut Flowers

I’m burned out again on man-made things, the light of screens that trigger something in my brain or my self-esteem and keep me up at night thinking, thinking, thinking, spinning in mental circles, striving in thought, my imagination making up new ways I’m lacking or...

A Playdate with Poe

by Darcy Wiley | Oct 31, 2014 | Fresh-Cut Flowers

Gray low-hanging clouds block the blue and sunshine. The air is warm, but the violent wind hisses this won’t last long. It rips leaves from high branches and sends them flying. Down a hill and off the path, we swish our feet in fire-colored leaves already on the...

The Soldier and the Seed

by Darcy Wiley | May 26, 2014 | Fresh-Cut Flowers, Sweet Tea

This May has been more busy than the one I wrote about below. I’ve attended baby showers, entertained a whole host of job and ministry possibilities and helped my husband prep for interviews, driven out of town to share a talk at a women’s retreat, read...

Springtime Baby {A Dozen Months in Pictures}

by Darcy Wiley | Apr 29, 2014 | Fresh-Cut Flowers, Sweet Tea

Springtime baby in my arms, I watched tiny green beginnings of leaves push out from branches, crowning. Leaves uncurled like little fingers holding less tightly as they opened to the world. They fanned out wide, forming a hideout around us. Then, they scuttled around...

Gift at Low Tide

by Darcy Wiley | Apr 13, 2014 | Fireflies, Fresh-Cut Flowers, Pocket Change

{I’ve just rolled in from the shore and am reaching two years back into the archives to share with you my favorite Palm Sunday ever. Enjoy as you align your heart this holy week.} Palms waved on Palm Sunday, fronds rattling, applause in the wind. I walked...