Gardens Stories

We never hear of her when we read how Noah gathered all God’s creatures— large and small and led them two by two into his Ark before the flood. We hear about his sons and how they worked to help him gather in the beasts and birds, the snakes and bugs and sail beneath dark clouds and blowing rain those forty days and nights until the dove returned with a leaf and soon they found dry land. We know he was a righteous man, bl...

I can't let myself think about him. The sun is shining down on my pale back for the first time in days. A black butterfly with white spots is dancing around in the light breeze delighting in the day and inviting me to join in. But he comes to me unbidden. His face. His walk. His presence. His. Him. Breath in. Breath out. He is my past. Any chance of a future with him is gone.Chloe Brown loved gardens. Her earliest memory...