I've started playing around with garden video and picture content on my TikTok channel @Corrie's_Mommae.
Four Years to the Day
write, share videos and pictures of Corrie, and excerpts from her poems; not to forever revisit or stay in the darkness, but we must remember my family and I had to--and sometimes still--travel through this heartbreak and hardship to reach some new light.
Coming Up Calla Lilies
Some Calla Lilies my husband bought for me last weekend in honor of Mother's Day and my birthday, which I picked out at my favorite nursery, S &. K Greenhouse. I've been cautious with roses for two years, simple because of the Japanese beetles. While I've written about my concerns about Japanese beetles and the… Continue reading Coming Up Calla Lilies
For Mothers and Daughters, Here and Gone
A view of the house and two shade gardens from the Arendelle Garden on Friday. It's here ... whether we're ready for it or not. No longer just around the corner, it's time to mark the moment for Mom. For some, Mother's Day marks the beginning of planting season for gardeners in colder regions, while… Continue reading For Mothers and Daughters, Here and Gone
After the Rain: Corrie’s Gardens
Almost four years ... almost four since Corrie earned her wings. For three of those four years, I struggled with the coming of spring. In 2021, 2022, and even last year, I felt the tick of March ... April ... May.
Corrie’s Gardens Talk
As Corrie's fourth angel anniversary approaches this month, I share pictures from the end of April to today. I decided to let Corrie's gardens and flowers speak for themselves.
For the Beauty
"For the Beauty of the Earth" was always a hymn that could calm me. No matter how I felt at church, or if I was coming out of a nap as a young child during service, this song calmed me. It gave my mind an instant image of nature in every geography. I could pictures… Continue reading For the Beauty
A Poem for Grieving Parents: After the Ink Fades
Parents, like me, know all about learning opportunities. We experience them each second, minute, hour, day, night, month and year. Oh, my dear, we know the lessons well. We never ask for them. We never request to join a school of thought, nor wish this club’s type of exclusivity on any other. We experience our lessons in nature when the birds chirp, yet hear no shriek of excitement, or “Mom, how you doing?” We have learning opportunities we never sought, and knowledge we never wished to gain.
In the Middle of Some Road
Mask 1 hides the bereaved mother screaming inside. She asks, “Why am I still alive?” but I tuck her down deep, even put her to sleep, so she will not speak all that is one her mind. "Shhh … little momma, don’t you cry" although your daughter is not alive.
Butterflies in Corrie’s Garden and the Phlox
I try, with time, to become a better photographer. I feel as though I fail in capturing the beauty I witness on the farm, specifically in the morning or at sunset. I hope to share different themes or journeys we make as our growing season of 2024 takes off.
Corrie's Season 