Frost outlines a leaf fallen like a letter from summer.
"Every moment of this strange and lovely life from dawn to dusk is a miracle. Somewhere, always, a rose is opening its petals to the dawn. Somewhere, always, a flower is fading in the dusk." Beverly NicholsLeft Behindby Elece HollisI love to find the spaces where the flowers bloom and grow,Places where once frame houses stood ... abandoned long ago.I love to... Continue Reading →
Weeping may endure for a night but joy comes in the morning.Psalm 30:5A garden plot's a healing spot. I know the feel of sodWas my mother's way to say, "I've touched a bit of God." June Masters BacherAs the years pass, I am coming more and more to understand that it is the common everyday blessings of our common everyday... Continue Reading →