Change Comes Bearing Gifts


As Ina and I surveyed the garden this week, we both remarked on its changed appearance. Where there was light, shadows now creep.


Where there was once deep earth, roots have taken over. Both are the result of competition from maturing trees that grace us with their shade – but have changed the face and planting pockets of what was once our sun-soaked garden.


Things get rearranged; plants are re-homed – not thrown away. It is part of the life of the garden and to be expected. A gardener adapts to whatever mother nature throws her way with a different – but no less a beautiful – outcome.

“If nothing ever changed, there’d be no butterflies.” ~Author Unknown


Life has thrown a few curveballs to the dogs in our care, as well.




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and left behind. Most are here with us through no fault of their own, just waiting for the right someone to reimagine a life with them in it.

Nearly identical brothers Max and Felix could not be bigger loves.

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Their human parents were tragically lost together. Now these adorable lugs are looking for a forever home. Their only demand: endless belly rubs.

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Diesel was expertly trained and well-loved but lost his home when his humans moved to a new country.

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Today, he is the new love of another family who counts him among their many blessings.


“Change always comes bearing gifts.” ~ Price Pritchett

The trees in the garden have gifted us with cooling shade for the doggies


and a place for other less sun-thirsty plants.

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My hope is that, out of tragedy, Max and Felix will soon be gifted with the comfort and love of ‘home.’



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I am a nascent gardener, rescuer, and photographer, chronicling the journey of the dogs at Homeward Bound Golden Retriever Rescue and Sanctuary near Sacramento, CA - and the Memorial Garden we have devoted to them.

15 thoughts on “Change Comes Bearing Gifts”

  1. Great news for Diesel! Audrey, the photo of the two white dogs, heads bowed, under the caption “Lost” is incredible: as if they’re two old befuddled and lovable souls sharing some anecdotes from their respective pasts . . . reminiscing . .

  2. Aw, I hope Max and Felix find their new forever family soon! If I could afford it, I’d come out there and adopt them myself!

    Meanwhile, as always I love your photos! The flowers are beautiful, and the dogs? Well suffice it to say “I’m in luv, l-u-v.”

    1. We’re working on it. I hope to have to have an happy update on them in a couple of weeks. In the meantime, we are enjoying loving on them! And thanks for the kind note. 🙂

  3. Once again you’ve tugged at my heart! I’m glad that Max and Felix have each other in this difficult time, and of course, I’m so admiring of the work you do to bring these dogs the love and families they need. I love the garden shadows, too. With all the fires and the incredible heat, I feel like I’m ready to say goodbye to summer. I am sending those incredibly sweet little canines love from a distance!

    1. I’m with you, Debra. Let’s send this summer packing. I think we’re all ready for a cool down, and a new chapter – including Max and Felix!

  4. Oh what heartache. I’m grateful for all you do for the dogs, and for the graceful way you share your work with us and others. The garden is gorgeous. The dogs are adorable and sweet and kind, and your photos and words, always superb.

    I too will join the choir. Bring on the fall weather.

    1. Thank you, Alys. We will find the perfect home for those adorable boys. In the meantime, we are enjoying spoiling them with belly rubs and play (just no cookies…there’s a little TOO much dog to love on both of them!).

  5. The story of Max and Felix really, really tugged at my heart. I feel quite certain that they will find a loving home before long, and I cannot wait to read about it. And about the ever-changing garden, that’s just the way that Mother Nature constantly reminds us that she’s in charge and we have to play by her rules . . . on those rare occasions that we forget. 😉

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