How to Write Short Reflections for a Nature Journal: How to Show and not Tell

Tuesday July 9, 2024 The morning was slightly overcast and the wind whisked through my roses. Branches swayed, until a dainty drip of water drifted from the sky. Another drip followed–and another–and another. A soft, summer rain peppered all around. Jacki Kellum ____________________________________ Yesterday morning, I stood in the rain for a few minutes and…

Building Support – A Lesson from My Garden

One of the identifying characteristics of cottage gardeners is that they grow as much of their gardens vertically as possible. The traditional cottage gardeners were not as financially well endowed as others. Because they had small tracts of land, they needed to grow as much of their gardens upward as possible. Cottage gardeners grew roses…

And Finally, It Rained!

As soon as I walked outside this morning, I knew that it was going to rain. A couple of tiny, soft , drops of water splashed on my bare arms. The rain was on its way. Yesterday, I went outside and planted some seeds in my garden, but I didn’t do what I normally do…

Let’s Start a Nature Journal — Let’s Sharpen Our Eyes of Perception

During the remaining days and weeks of pretty weather, I want to challenge everyone to take time to truly see what is around them–and to jot your observations in a journal of some kind.  It might be a spiral notebooks–or a simple piece of paper. Rule: You must write your observation while you are outside–actually…

Take the Journal Challenge

Take the Journal Challenge – Join Today – Free! For many years, I have said that everyone should write something every day. I’m not talking about being an official writer. Certainly. writers should write every day, but the rest of the world’s folks need to do the same. Write for Your Life More than once,…

January Journal Entries

January 14, 2024 The sky was gray, and the air was frigid and damp. A bluejay landed on my trellis. Was he coaxing me to pour some warm water into his frozen birdbath? It was quiet outside, and I could hear a crow cawing from somewhere in the distance. Like the cry of a wounded…