Greetings Everyone,

You can take a look at my new Substack newsletter here:

https://open.substack.com/pub/cathylamb/p/headlines-of-hell-and-my-garden-blooms?r=kayfq&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true

Here’s the start of it…

Somedays I wake up, read the newspaper, and think my brain must be leaking out of my ears like melted mozzarella cheese, because I cannot believe what I’m reading.

It’s like we’re living in a political horror show with side orders of total destruction and innocent people being killed.

Today, after ascertaining that my brain was still in my head as best as it could be, I put on my red gardening boots, layered with dirt from all my years of gardening, and headed out.

I couldn’t handle any more news headlines, or my soul might self-ignite. I needed flowers.

I needed the gentle peace of my garden, chirping birds, and buzzing hummingbirds, to calm me down.

I don’t know if I’m the only one who feels this way about their garden, but my garden often feels…emotional to me. It’s very personal. There are a lot of memories winding between the purple butterfly bushes and winter camellia.

I am very attached to all of my plants. Each spring when they pop up I say, “Hello there! Welcome back!”

Innocent Husband and I moved into this house in 2004 when Rebel Dancing Daughter, Adventurous Singing Daughter, and Darling Laughing Son were young. They loved playing in the front and back yards with their friends, who were all blessed with incredibly loud voices.

They loved running through the sprinklers like leaping leprechauns and chasing the cats. They loved reading outside on the lawn and eating pizza on the back patio…

See you over at Substack!