garden bed

I have been engaged in a long, slow, layer by layer decluttering process that involves integrating the things I treasure into my life in practical and meaningful ways. These treasured objects don't bring much joy if they are tucked away in a closet. This antique brass bed frame has been gathering dust and tarnish for decades; an homage to childhood sleepovers with my beloved grandparents, Helmer and Lila Swensen. Thanks to the handiwork of a neighbor called Henry who helps me with landscaping needs, my treasure has been re-purposed into a garden bed in honor of Gram and Gramp; who spent endless hours planting, tending, and harvesting the plants that filled our bellies, minds and hearts with the wisdom of nature. I think it's perfect.