I am not a flagrant rule breaker. Nor am I particularly spontaneous. But there is something about being on vacation that brings out the daring, something that paid off in leaps and bounds on our trip to Ireland.
We don't travel like other people. We learned that the hard way the last time we were in Ireland, traveling with friends who were not amused by our gleeful appreciation of tiny roads with hairpin turns.
We leaned into these questions. We sought the edge of our contentedness, wanted to know who we were away from who we were. We wanted to see each other under new skies, in someone else's rain, covered in the the muck of excitement, challenge and exhaustion.
I inherited my garden in the dead of winter from a tiny Italian lady who had been unable to care for it for a number of years before she sold her home to us. She left behind the garden tools I still use today, as well as more than three dozen roses, numerous raised vegetable … Continue reading Wild Surprises