Wild in every petal

Sketch drawing of Bandit, our cattle dog, sitting proudly with lisianthus stems in her mouth.

GROWN WITH GRACE, wildly remembered.

A slow garden, in the midst of a seasonal shift. Right now, we’re tending to what’s here while preparing for what’s next: One flower. One focus. Grown with grace. We’re not rushing the process either. We can’t. It demands time, and there’s always time in the garden.

More to come as the season unfolds.

Honey bee gathering nectar from wild white aster in late summer at Quinnfield Gardens.

blooms are fading, others beginning.

It’s late July now. The rhythm in the field is still familiar. One of tending, shifting, preparing. This is the season in-between. Where what is lingers and something new begins.

NOTES FROM THE FIELD

Guided by the details: the texture of a petal, the pattern of decay, the surprise of color. Follow the journey from seed to bloom.

EST. BY A VEGGIE-THIEVING CATTLE DOG