A Simple Seven Egg Painting on a Plate Changed My Family Forever

trowel six inches deep, twisting the wooden handle to clear a space for the first root.

A small blue pebble turned over in the dirt, catching the pale morning light.

I threw it toward the gravel driveway where the dry oak leaves lay in small drifts.

The cedar planks of the raised beds had grayed over the years, matching the color of continue reading …