1. this tiny bouquet. {and getting to pluck it from our own little pots.} 2. this bag. {as trusty as ever and filled with mostly sweats for a rainy weekend.} 3. this giant paper…
We’re back in Brooklyn after a few days away. Before we left I filled glass bottles with water and jammed them upside down into the freshly saturated soil of my rooftop pots. My hope…
We have family friends that refer to James as Turtle Boy. Seven summers ago when I returned to my hometown after a summer spent working falling in love on Jekyll Island, Georgia, I made an…