Gathering the Fruit: A Guide to the Categories
Where everything begins—a gentle guide to the categories you’ll find growing here.
Here, things are gathered slowly.
This blog is a home for the stories I’ve carried with me—the soft ones, the sharp ones, the ones that cling like morning dew. I’ve shaped it like a quiet orchard: each branch holds a different kind of offering.
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The soil-stained reflections, moments close to the ground, lived and observed in the everyday.
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Seasonal life and its rhythms—how light shifts, how we change with it. Here, you’ll also find stories of children, the fruit of women and their tenderness. Sometimes, a good book recommendation for little hands, too.
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Moments of ritual, gentle care, and stillness—the soul’s simplest restoratives.
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When things don’t go as planned. Stories of resilience, sorrow, wonder, and wilderness.
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Books and words that root and bloom—those that have shaped me, and might shape you too.
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Photos, fragments, and soft captures. A still frame to hold what can’t always be said in words.
However you arrive here, I hope you’ll feel the slow sweetness of things planted with care.
Welcome to The Longing Peach
I was raised among fields-dirt under my fingernails, pollen on the wind, and words tucked behind my teeth. I’ve come to believe that longing is its own kind of light. It draws us forward, not away. And sometimes, that soft ache is where the truest beauty lives.
The Longing Peach is a place built from that kind of light. It’s a quiet patch of earth where we slow down, dig deep, and notice the small things: the shape of a shadow on the porch, the sound of children in the orchard, the comfort of a book left open on the table.
Here, you’ll find reflections that carry the weight of lived life, moments that speak in hushed tones, and the kind of grace you only recognize once you’ve lived without it awhile.
Like Steinbeck’s Salinas Valley, this blog is part dirt and part dream. A place of seasons, tenderness, toil-and hope.
I’m grateful you’re here. There’s a chair on the porch and a story waiting to be told.
