Letters
Still Growing
A short letter each week about the garden, the woods at Knapp, and what they’re teaching me. It isn’t a guide or a how-to, but a quiet invitation to pause.
Bluebells
The lane narrowed and the light of the spring sun fell onto the old track we’d been following. The trees bowed across the road and ferns spiked out from the banks. The…
We arrived in the pitch black
Life has changed recently in the most unexpected…
Out of office
There was no room on the pavement. People in suits passed in the opposite direction, eyes on their screens, their bags smacking into me. It was the height of summer,…
Sunflowers
They are taller than me. I lean out the back window trying to catch them, letting in the warm French air as we drive past. Sunflowers, a blaze of yellow and gold. They…
“Dear Hetty, can you imagine that I even breathe more calmly just by looking at this.”
“For me it’s often too much time doing and not enough being; your content is excellent for giving me some perspective.”
“So true, most things that are worthwhile take time. I love your content.”
Join Still Growing
A quiet invitation to pause, put down roots, and remember that we’re allowed to grow slowly.