A View From My Garden | Pamela Shensky

Ville Platte

I remember these houses from a long time ago, from visits with my mother. They were wooden and off the ground. Coffee was made in drip...

Early Morning

Sometimes, all I need to do is look up at the moon. I did that early this morning, there it was, a half-moon exactly where it was 28 days...

The "Art" of Becoming

I am reposting a Sunday column from a decade ago, one I randomly came across. It was written with a bit of melancholy, melancholy for...

umbrellas and mothers

Cleaning up a few things in my computer and I came across something I wrote 11 years ago...maybe someone, a mom, can find something here...

June Bugs

Just a little something to share with you who might want to know. Early this morning I went outside to check on things, to see what the...

Meadows in Spring

You are all like old friends, friends that went away for winter and came back in spring. I walk amongst you in the field, and I notice,...

Marigolds in Spring...my Sunday column

Marigolds in Spring It seemed as though the air was so pure then. In early spring, my mom would open the windows and her little homemade...

Time

As I get older, I feel as though I have to find time to be quiet and alone; I believe that is when and where creativity, spirit,...

Scattering Seeds

I think “one day” seems to be here. I finally understand that life is finite and “Now” is the time. I have witnessed the full circle this...