The Sanctuary Garden
Before we even moved in, my dad had plowed four rows, fed the soil with mushroom compost and planted peas, lettuce, beans, beets, melons and squash. By the time we arrived back in Pennsylvania after living in the west for 18 years, the bees and weeds and speckled leaves of spring lettuce welcomed us home.
My people have never stopped growing food and flowers and herbs
and I continue that proud tradition in my (way too big)
Sanctuary Garden here in Spring City, Pa.
There's a place for you here.
Among the lightning bugs and honeybees and willowy bending lavender stems,
there's always a place to tuck into a little sit spot to enjoy the show.
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You are warmly invited to join us in the garden
for herbal education events and tea parties,
plant sales and story circles.
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Lean in...
This is a plant place, a place of listening and reciprocity and of dynamic shifts. The Garden is alive and abuzz above and below. It is a library, an apothecary, a gallery, a living community and a haven. I tend the plants and critters here with full body gratitude.
