Grace PetersonThe Symbiosis of NatureIt wasn’t until I sat down in the driver’s seat and looked out my windshield that I noticed it — those telltale drops of “honeydew,” which…Jun 13, 2017Jun 13, 2017
Grace PetersoninMundane AlleyMatchy-MatchyI only call daffodils daffodils when I’m around serious people. The rest of the time, they’re daffies. And crocuses are croakies and…Apr 4, 2017Apr 4, 2017
Grace PetersoninMundane AlleyThe Stepmother’s GardenWalking outside to top off the water in my courtyard fountain, I bend down to get a whiff of the tiny stars on my Daphne odora. She’s still…Feb 24, 2017Feb 24, 2017