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October 14, 2017 / Grace Lucille

I’m the wound that never goes away,
the scar where humanity was cut from the side of the divine
and has been blindly searching for home ever since.

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Lots of sprouting happening over here! Excited for some nasturtiums and sunflowers :)

I've been expanding my little shade garden. I transplanted some lily of the valley and more geranium yesterday, so they look sad right now. The impatiens in the front used to have flowers until the chickens came along and ate them :P not sure if they're going to make it. Next year the foxglove I planted behind the rock should bloom. #shadegarden

Me, on any given day. Can I just say how thankful I am to be a woman who is NOT obsessed with her looks? I have plenty of struggles, but looking perfect is not one of them. I don't always take care of my skin and half the time I'm too tired to put on makeup when I go out. My hair is mess but when it comes down to it, it really doesn't matter. I know the people I love and care about don't care what I look like, so neither should I. You don't have to wear makeup or have perfect photos for social media. We love you for who you truly are, not what you look like. Please let that be enough. You're beautiful just the way you are.

It's a start! It's been a while since I began a new garden bed from scratch. This one is in the shade, and I mostly made it because I needed to transplant some hostas and geraniums that didn't like being in pots, and also I really wanted some foxglove on the property. I'm thinking of transplanting some native sedum in here, maybe get another healthy hosta, and definitely some impatiens for some season-long color. In the future I hope to expand and create a sitting area. I've always got lots of ideas!!! #shadegarden

My parents always insisted my eyes are bigger in the morning. I think they are right.

Little by little, the ceiling is turning white. It's old, grainy wood, and it takes a lot of time and effort to get the paint into all the tiny cracks and holes in the wood. By the way, it's just primer. I can't imagine painting this all again with actual paint. Nope... But I don't think I'd mind painting the log walls again. It's a bit easier. Either way, straight primer is brightening up this dark cabin! It's so much nicer now than when we first moved in.

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