Hopes Planted

The skies teased us this weekend.


Dark clouds moved in, raising our hopes for rain. But a sprinkling was all Mother Nature had in store for us.


Days like these are perfect for curling up and napping, dreaming of the warm months ahead – and that’s exactly what the garden is doing.


If you look very closely, you’ll find the tiniest treasures under the blanket of grey and brown…





including these two sweet faces…



And this wonderful pair of dogs who have been cared for by a generous neighbor in a house left vacant after the owner died.


Just four of the 10 dogs – all treasures – who found their way to us in a single day.


“Hopes are planted in friendship’s garden where dreams blossom into priceless treasures.” ~ Author Unknown.

We’ll do our best to fulfill our treasures’ hopes – and keep very busy until the cold subsides and the rains (hopefully) arrive.

Winter Gathered


Jody and I had a rose pruning session in the (very cold) garden this morning. You’ll recall that we shared a grape pruning session recently.


I think she was pretending inexperience with roses (showing up with manual in hand) just to have an excuse to play in the garden. She took to it immediately, quickly pruning all of the tea roses in her bed. We did a quick lesson on one of the shrub roses growing along the fence, which we will not take back as far. Her instructions are to finish all 21 along the fence perimeter within the next two weeks.


I have been drafted for some marketing help for Homeward Bound (see what happens when you start a blog?) As a result, I spent a good part of my day capturing photos of dogs whose stories will appear in our newsletter and upcoming campaign. Spoiler alert: This is Maggie – she literally saved her Dad’s life. I will bring you the story as soon as it is published.


Cody, Lincoln, and Nicholas will all be featured in our campaign, “Fund of Love” which provides the support needed for up to $300,000 in extraordinary medical expenses that we incur each year.


And this is Rusty and Ginger – a beautiful pair, currently being fostered and in search of their forever home.


Somehow, I managed to get to the rest of the tea roses today; fifteen, I believe. I lost count. This very hungry bee was not happy with my work, clinging to a frost-bitten rose in the pile of clippings – and despairing about the branches left bare.


“Nature looks dead in winter because her life is gathered into her heart. She withers the plant down to the root that she may grow it up again fairer and stronger.” ~Hugh Macmillan, “Rejuvenescence,” The Ministry of Nature, 1871

Nature may be cold and bare in the winter, but we have Golden warmth gathered in our hearts.