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SlowLoveLife

4/3/2014

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Dominique Browning was the editor of House and Garden for 12 years.  It was one of my favorite magazines and I was sad when it folded suddenly, seemingly without cause.  It happened just after I left the editorial world and slid into garden design.  I used to look forward to reading Dominique's editorial letters and following her life vicariously through them. 

House & Garden was a magazine that celebrated the good life,  Dominique Browning is now doing this in her blog, SlowLoveLife in which she "engages with the world in a considered, compassionate way, appreciating the miraculous beauty of everyday moments, and celebrating the interconnected nature of life."  It's a great mixture of gardening, food, beauty, and good things in life.  

Below is an extract from her book “Slow Love: How I Lost My Job, Put on My Pajamas and Found Happiness.”   It's a wonderful description of spring unfolding.

"I took to wandering in my garden at all hours. As if to give me one last chance to change my mind about leaving, spring unfolded in splendor. The daffodils multiplied generously and spilled across the front in a riot of gold. Bunches of hellebores appeared in March and nodded their prim white, mauve and purple caps for more than two months; when I bent down to turn up a small head and peer into a quiet, trusting face, I winced at the thought of leaving them vulnerable to whatever depredations a new owner might visit upon them. I apologized in anticipation. I strolled the paths, examining the thick, furry spools of the unwinding ferns; the gnarled purple fingers of the peonies clawing out from the damp, fragrant earth; the green stubs of the Solomon’s seal; the sharp tips of the hosta encircled by improbably large patches of bare ground that would soon be hidden by gigantic leaves, bearing aloft the fragrant white wands that seduce the moths at dusk......

......One adventure is over; it is time for another. I have a different kind of work to do now. I am growing into a new season. At the water’s edge, watching the tiny, teeming life of that mysterious place between high and low tides, the intertidal zone, I begin to accept the relentless flux that is the condition of these days. I am not old and not young; not bethrothed and not alone; not broken and yet not quite whole; thinking back, looking forward. But present. These are my intertidal years.
In those sleepless nights, when I am at the keyboard, I connect with something I may have once encountered as a teenager and then lost in the frantic skim through adulthood — the desire to nourish my soul. I do not have the temerity to think I have found God; I think instead that I have stumbled into a conversation that I pray will last the rest of my life."


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