November’s Bones
Back home, it is good to walk slowly on the grass by the river. It is spongy and still green, though the rushes are browning and the cattails are bursting at th...
Author: Lindsey Gallant
A northern girl living the island life. Learning "glad and natural living in the recognized presence of God." Writer, book nerd, nature lover. Homeschool mom and Charlotte Mason enthusiast. Prefers pen and paper.
The Orbit of Love
~ In memory of my uncle, Ian Raymer, and in honour of the family I’ve been blessed with. Love is this magic that orbits us all. When the ground beneath m...
Not a “Real” Gardener: When Sanctification Doesn’t Come Naturally
The other day I was weeding the jungle of a garden and it came to me, why I keep going with the garden even though it does not come naturally, even though my gr...
Still in the Story
When I’m tired, the words don’t flow like they usually do. Inspiration is lost by the sheer effort needed to form cohesive thought. But all this helps: Watching...
When you feel a little brittle
Some seasons you wake up and feel like this: The rest of the world is blooming and buzzing, and you are left standing apart, a little stark and a little naked. ...