Gardens by Renee

04/12/2026

April showers bring May flowers…and so much more.

Oh… there you are, Best Beloved. How have you been? Come, lets wander a little. The path is damp, and the rain is falling in those fine silver drops that April is so fond of. Do you hear the waterfall?

And the wind…

She rushes past us as though it has been given a message and cannot keep it to itself. She tugs at sleeves, lifts the petals, and sends the blossoms into a gentle flutter.

Stay close. I shall hold the umbrella .

There now… we may pause here a moment.

Look at that raindrop, gathering at the edge of the leaf. See how it grows, round and shining, holding the whole world inside it before it falls.

April does enjoy such small performances.

I have some news for you, as we stand here together.

The blackbird has chosen the highest branch again and sings as though the entire Glen has gathered to listen. Owl has added new notes to his encyclopedia, with several helpful additions in the margins from those who simply could not resist. And Frog has taken it upon himself to inspect every puddle with great seriousness.

It is all very busy, in a quiet sort of way.

And you, Best Beloved, have made your way here through the rain and the wind and the blossom, and I think that is something rather wonderful.

Now look… the light is changing.

Do you see how the trees are growing softer at the edges, how the sky is turning that thoughtful shade between day and night?

Mouse leans a little closer, her voice gentle beneath the patter of rain.

Tell me, Best Beloved…

Shall we turn back home now, where the fire will be waiting and something warm will be ready for us…

Or shall we climb the hill together, just a little higher, and watch as the stars begin to appear, one by one, in the quiet sky?

04/05/2026

There was a year the winter did not seem to end.

The snow stayed where it fell, and the cold settled deep into the ground. Even when the light began to return, it did not reach far enough to change anything. The forest felt it—the stillness, the waiting, the way nothing could begin.

At last, it turned its attention downward, into the low places where the ground stayed dark and damp beneath the snow.

“This cannot hold,” the forest said to the land. “What will loosen the ground?”

For a long moment, there was no answer. The trees would not move. The early flowers would not risk it. Nothing wanted to meet the cold first.

Then, from the swampy ground, something spoke.

“I can.”

It was a small plant, the kind most people never noticed unless they stepped too close, and even then, they rarely stayed. She grew at the edges, where forest met water, where the ground stayed soft and dark and carried the weight of everything that had come before. If you found her, it was by scent—sharp and strange, enough to make you turn away without looking too closely. Most did. She was used to that.

She had always lived there, in those overlooked places, rooted deep and waiting through the long months when nothing above moved. She did not mind the damp or the dark, and she had never needed to be wanted.

“You?” the trees asked.

“I do not mind the cold,” she said.

“The ground will not open easily.”

She shifted beneath the surface, as if already beginning.

“I will open it.”

The forest grew quiet.

“How?” it asked at last.

“I carry warmth.”

And so she rose.

She rose while the cold still held, pressing upward through soil that had not yet softened. The air was sharp with winter, but she kept her warmth close, steady and certain. Around her, the snow gave way—not everywhere, not all at once, but enough. A hollow formed where she stood, then another, the ground beneath loosening as the frost released its hold in those first hidden places.

She did not melt the winter. She opened it.

Where she rose, the earth could breathe again. Water began to move beneath the surface, and once that movement returned, the rest could follow.

By the time the forest stirred, the work had already begun—not in the open fields, not where anyone was looking, but in the dark, damp places where she had always lived.

The forest remembered.

It remembered the one who went first, the one who did not wait to be welcomed, the one who carried her own warmth and opened the way. It called her the Thaw-Bearer.

But people, noticing only the scent, gave her another name.

Skunk cabbage.

At our previous home we had skunk cabbage across the street where the wetlands are protected from development. I always admired that plant with her big beautiful leaves. What a lovely poem. Thank you at

02/17/2026

Notice all the plants. 🤣

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02/01/2026

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01/22/2026

What a beautiful, healthy and healing space this sunroom addition will make.

01/03/2026

Everything inside Logee’s expansive greenhouses is available for sale—but that doesn’t mean you can’t stroll around and admire the place like it’s a museum (and many, many people do). What started in the late 19th century as a small cut-flower business has evolved into a maze of six greenhouses boasting a year-round selection of tropical flora. It feels like you’re walking through an indoor jungle—and it has the warm temperatures to match. Learn more at the link. https://bit.ly/4pxeneZ

10/23/2025

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