Warriors Don’t Tend a Bitter Seed...
I have told you I am an avid gardener. Whenever I visited my grandmother in Eureka, California I would fall under the spell of her expansive fairy garden. It was truly magical. My Gram had the greenest thumb of anyone I’ve ever met and made her piece of the planet breathtakingly lovely. I never thought I had inherited Gram’s intuitive gardening until I moved to my new little home. When I began to cultivate the dirt of my new digs it was as though my Grandma had bequeathed me