
In the quiet suburbs of Grand Rapids, MI in 1964, where lawns are trimmed and days repeat themselves in soft domestic loops, a restlessness moves beneath the surface of Natalie Peterson’s life. Her world is tidy — diamond ring on her finger, children at her heels, Sunday dresses pressed and ready — yet something inside her stirs like a bird tapping at the window. Poetry, freedom, travel, desire: all of it glimmers just beyond reach and is covered up in a kaleidescope of pills and alcohol.
Plant Our Trees Vol. 1 steps into that shimmer — the place where longing begins to speak louder than routine — and follows Natalie through the swirling light, the night roads, and the dangerous beauty of rediscovering herself.

The opening track unfurls in soft hues of memory: drive-in theaters, letterman jackets, the sweetness of young love before the weight of adulthood settled in. Now the house is stocked with groceries and expectations, and Natalie finds herself slipping into a private world - her “Kaleidoscope of Blue” - a place built from longing, pills, and the recollection of who she used to be. The song moves between domestic stillness and inner motion, tracing the moment when a life begins to feel too small.

In Night Driving, Natalie leaves the sleeping house behind and disappears into the road’s unknown and ever stretching silver ribbon. The rain blurs the windshield, the radio crackles, and the world becomes a dark, humming cathedral for her thoughts. Rumi’s words drift through the static like a spiritual companion, urging her to look inward, to sit with her ache rather than run from it. The road is both escape and mirror - she is going somewhere and nowhere, searching for clarity in the yellow lines that lead her forward.

By dawn, the wandering turns to revelation. Crazy Love is the sunrise of the album: raw, hopeful, defiant. Natalie dances barefoot in the rain, shedding old versions of herself like wet clothes. She dreams of a love that feels alive - wild, tender, electric - a love that dances in storms rather than hides from them. But first, she must dismantle the walls she built to survive and ultimately decides to leave her husband, Paul. The song is both a yearning and a vow: to live with her heart on fire, even if it means setting her old life ablaze.
In the gray hush of a Michigan winter, 1965, Paul Peterson is learning how a perfect life can quietly come undone. Natalie left in August — her perfume still in the fabric of his shirts, her absence stitched into every cold day. What remains is a man caught between memory and renewal, tending not to what was but to the fragile soil of a second beginning.
Plant Our Trees Vol. 2 lives in that tender ache. Through the humid breath of pedal steel and the cold light of reflection, Paul searches for forgiveness in the garden, in the rhythm of the seasons, in the quiet acceptance that the sun will rise whether or not he’s ready for it. These songs trace the slow unlearning of heartbreak: the loneliness that softens into gratitude, the pain that gives shape to patience, the yearning that might — just might — lead him back to love again.


In the bruised light of early morning, Paul wakes to an empty bed and a silence that hums louder than any radio left playing. Regret moves through him like a cold wind — small, invisible, and everywhere. The sun still sets, the cars still line up at the lake, but nothing feels like it did. Here, he learns that loneliness isn’t just being alone — it’s the shadow that lingers long after love has gone.

Time has slowed to a patient rhythm in the soil. Paul tends to his small patch of earth, coaxing flowers out of stubborn ground, trying to grow something lasting where his marriage once stood. The seasons turn, memories fade, and his hands — the same ones that once held her — now cradle roots and seeds. In his garden, he searches for grace: a place where loss might someday bloom again.

Under the willows, Paul begins to understand what it means to let go. The world is both cruel and kind — a rotating wheel of thunder and sun. There’s peace in the knowing that life doesn’t stop for heartbreak; it bends around it, keeps moving, keeps shining. This is a hymn to endurance, a surrender to the gentle truth that even weary hearts deserve light.

The storm has passed, but the air still carries its scent. Forgiveness feels fragile, like the first leaf pushing through thawing ground. Paul stands at love’s uncertain threshold - not naive, not bitter, just open. If there’s a way forward, it begins here, in the quiet courage to believe that two things can break and still take root again.

Plant OurTrees Vol 2:
The new release by Eric Engblade
11.20.25