by Darcy Wiley | Jun 21, 2012 | Fresh-Cut Flowers, Pocket Change
What was it about that lanky weed? I had seen it last weekend at the garden shop and I couldn’t get it out of my mind. I know it spreads, sowing its seed wild, and stretches its roots wide. But I couldn’t be put off. Maybe it’s the way the tiny florets circled...
by Darcy Wiley | May 28, 2012 | Fresh-Cut Flowers, Pencils & Pens, Sweet Tea
Usually, I take to the garden around Mother’s Day. I put a seedling in soil, see my reflection in the silver of the garden spade, and think on where I am in the work of cultivating my children. My husband and I plant and water and know all the while that it’s God who...
by Darcy Wiley | Apr 5, 2012 | Fireflies, Fresh-Cut Flowers
Palms waved on Palm Sunday, fronds rattling, applause in the wind. I walked hand-in-hand with my firstborn toward our abandoned umbrella, its fringe fluttering near the shoreline. Bare feet shuffled over sandy cobblestone, felt the grit, the heat. I clicked my tongue...
by Darcy Wiley | Jan 5, 2012 | Fireflies, Fresh-Cut Flowers, Pocket Change, Sweet Tea
We balanced ourselves as we skied down the slippery steps and headed toward the tree line. My hound tugged against the leather leash and pulled me like he was a snow dog making tracks out in the wild. It was as close as we could get to such a thing– our...