wilting glads on the kitchen counter © kjm
When Marilu's here, she spends lots of time working with my mom in her garden. As a kid, our garden was mostly the same from year to year - smallish rectangular areas with tomatoes, peonies, and unruly bushes that my dad tried to tame. But in the past few years, it's taken on a whole new life and scale. We joke about who should be more grateful - my mom, for Marilu's guidance and help, or Marilu, for the access to Northern soil to sink her hands into.
In truth, it's probably me who's the winner. Though I've got a black thumb and am not much interested in gardening itself, it's a real treat to see the two so happy.
[within reach is a series of photographs examining the environment of home in detail]