It is not lonely or desolate––this land––it's teeming with life, every square foot of it.
Begonia The begonia on my porch is showing her true colors this week. As each tiny bead of a bud pops itself open; it uncurls into a tiny pale pink bundle like a baby girls's soft crochetted bootie found in the cradle's end––a tiny soft wad. Then the sun beams on it and it unfolds... Continue Reading →
Like a feathered bird Little summer surprise. Wearing a pink tutu, Dancing in the sun and breeze.