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I’m a writer and gardener endlessly inspired by the shifting seasons and the ground beneath my feet. For the quiet, personal stories behind the blog, behind the podcast, and behind the books, I invite you to join my monthly newsletter.
Images of comfortable kitchens and flower-filled gardens stir something deep within us–we instinctively long for home. In a world of chaos and conflict, we want a place of comfort and peace.
In Placemaker, I invite readers to notice our soul’s desire for beauty, our need to create and to be created again and again. As I reflect on the joys and sorrows of two decades as a placemaker and my recent years living in and restoring a Pennsylvania farmhouse, I show that we are all gardeners. No matter our vocation, we spend much of our lives tending, keeping, and caring. In each act of creation, we reflect the image of God. In each moment of making beauty, we realize that beauty is a mystery to receive.
Weaving together my family’s journey with stories of botanical marvels and the histories of the flawed yet inspiring placemakers who shaped the land generations ago, I call us to cultivate orchards and communities, to clap our hands along with the trees of the fields. Placemaker is a timely yet timeless reminder that the cultivation of good and beautiful places is not a retreat from the real world but a holy pursuit of a world that is more real than we know. A call to tend the soul, the land, and the places we share with one another. A reminder that we are always headed home.
I first wrote these words a few Octobers ago. Since then, I've written a memoir embroidered with stories of trees. That book will come out in March--just in time for green spring--but it seems I've been paying attention to the trees for a long while. Autumn is announced by the seedling trees. The baby trees. They are the first to abandon their green in favor of orange or red or...