Making a garden is a form of art and autobiography, a liberation of the mind from our human woes. It’s...
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Emily L. Quint Freeman is the author of the memoir, Failure to Appear, Resistance, Identity and Loss
(Blue Beacon Books) and articles appearing in digital magazines including Salon, GO, The Gay & Lesbian Review, Open Democracy, and Narratively. She has been interviewed on CNN Evening News, NPR’s All Things Considered, Real Networks, and numerous other media outlets. Her author website: www.emilyqfreeman.com.
On one memorable late spring day, I took a day trip by high-speed train north from Tokyo to the Ibaraki...
One of my favourite paintings is from Japan, a set of screens depicting pine trees painted by Hasegawa Tōhaku in...
Early spring is the time of breaking bud. My apple and pear trees shrug off their winter dormancy, and every...
A snow-covered garden can be magical. Sometimes, during a London winter, I’d wake up in the morning and find my...
Japanese gardens have taught me to slow down. In their spaces of calm, I’m more reflective, intuitive and focused. Inspired...
“Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.” – Emily Brontë October ushers in the time of...
There were no forests in my childhood. As a youngster, I never looked up in awe at towering trees. I...
I fell in love with lavender in France, on a walk in the Provence countryside. Our guide led us to...
Awake again. Pain, the unwanted guest that will not leave, rousts me from my dream cloud. I sigh, close my...
I usually steer clear of shrines dedicated to this or that deity, saint, martyr, visionary, mystic vision, bloody event or...
April has to be one of my favorite months for the explosion of blooms, and in particular, tulips. Over the...
Our Northern Hemisphere winter hasn’t been gentle, but rather, one of unremitting extremes—fierce winds, atmospheric rivers, flooding and towers of...
In bustling inter-city London, my garden was a tiny haven for plants and wildlife. A hole in the bottom of...
Shining like guineas with the sun’s warm eye on,We almost think they are gold as we pass,Or fallen stars in...
In the Western world, moss is considered unremarkable, boring, almost a weed, something to mar a perfect green lawn, something...
I heard about a project from an international organization seeking to distribute very special seeds to community groups that applied...
Some plants get overlooked, especially those that produce mainly green, foliage-like ferns. So many gardeners focus on brightly coloured flowers,...
I’m not by nature a gregarious person, but rather, a lover of solitude. I think better when I’m alone, preferring...
In early January, many years ago, I joined a nature trip to Mexico. Our small group rode an old school...
Hearing the sound of water is so important to me. From an early age, I recognized that I fell into...
I went through a mystery novel phase in college, digesting vast quantities of Agatha Christie, Raymond Chandler and Dashiell Hammett....
I am drawn to spiral shapes. Spirals connect me to something fundamental and mysterious in nature. I’m mesmerized by plants...
After such a week, buffeted by events that have shaken the very foundation of women’s rights, I sought out a...
