The DIY Life at Paradise Garden

Art, faith, and solitude in Georgia

There is only one other car when I pull into the small gravel parking lot. A few houses over a rooster crows, foreshadowing that dusk is coming instead of dawn. I should try to get down the mountain before it gets dark. I make a quick call to my mother to promise her as much.

“Hey Mamas!”

“Hey sweetie,” she responds.

“Just so you know, I’m still in Georgia…