Posted at 8:12 am , on April 1, 2018
My William Morris Celandine Journal
I’ve always thought keeping a journal meant writing long passages of insight about your life and its meaning, a diary a la Anais Nin or The Artist’s Way that someday after you die would reveal who you secretly were. I’ve tried to do this in the past but it never stuck. But after reading Show Your Work, I’ve realized that keeping a journal is the opposite. It can be disjointed, messy, inspired, and mundane. It’s a reflection of the nonlinear mind, of the creative journey. Like a painting of thoughts, ideas, notes, and even drawings, its bits and pieces coalesce to form its beauty. Continue reading
Posted at 7:36 am , on March 26, 2018
My Green Chair and Bookcase in My Writing Room
If you are a creator, chances are you want folks to see your work. Creative people know what I’m talking about. (Of course, we’re all creative in some way.) Yes, we paint, we write, we knit, we make stuff because it pleases us, because it sends us into a zone where we lose track of time, but we ultimately want to share our creations with the world. But how do artists who are usually solitary souls do this? Continue reading
Posted at 8:10 am , on March 25, 2018
My Grandfather’s Typewriter
Gardening is supposed to be good for your health. And overall, it is. You can burn 150 calories just raking leaves for a half-hour. But what happens when you’ve gardened professionally for 15 years, plus another six at home? The repetitive motion and strain take its toll. The toll began in January of 2014. I was invited to feature my garden on our local town’s garden tour. During that spring, I worked from morning until dusk on my yard. I worked on clients’ yards. In June, after the tour was finished, I installed a design for a homeowner in Seattle. Her yard’s topsoil had been bulldozed away to build the new house. Unfortunately, this left a layer of hardpan to plant in.
I worked for several hours with my digging bar to plant the plants. A digging bar looks like a giant iron nail. The bottom is flat and pointed like a screwdriver. You pound this bar into hard soil to make a hole. I did that a lot for this client, plus an entire summer of other gardening jobs. By August, I started waking up to numb hands and arms. I was petrified. Thinking I had MS, I visited the doctor and was told I had neuropathy, a wearing out of the nerves from heavy lifting and repetitive motion. Continue reading
Posted at 4:59 pm , on May 21, 2017
Good Sunday morning! If you live in the Pacific Northwest, you’re probably enjoying a gorgeous, sunny day right now. We finally made it through an unusually cold and prolonged rainy spring. Now the peonies are in bloom and I’m feeling inspired. So inspired, in fact, that I have made a change to my blogging life. If you’re a Gardening, Seattle Style subscriber, you may notice this mail came from the Karen K. Hugg website. That’s because I’ve streamlined GSS into this one, making for more frequent posts and richer content. I’ll be offering advice on gardening and posts about writing, motherhood, and Paris and Europe. If none of that interests you, you can always unsubscribe, I won’t be hurt, but if you stick with me, I’ll hopefully enrich your life.
For now, I have to say goodbye and get into the garden. I’m on a roll. I weeded the very back of my yard yesterday and today need to trim back several shrubs. I can’t wait to hear the sounds of birds chirping and lawn mowers buzzing. Feel that warm sun on my arms. How about you? What are you doing to enjoy this lovely day? Cheers.