Butterflies in September Gardens

“On colored wing no bigger than a scrap of fabric the butterfly brings beauty and wonder to the earth.”c e hollis In the garden I find fragile butterflies with torn, summer--worn wings. They are busy as ever. I see them in the shrubbery, in the trees around the house, in the dry and dying garden,... Continue Reading →

On the Way to the Mailbox

The mailbox stands attached to a post anchored in an old tire rim. That's authentic country, right? As I walked out to the road to fetch the mail, I saw small white and yellow butterflies performing acrobatics above mud puddles. So much rain had soaked the ground but things were finally drying out. Bright orange... Continue Reading →

Favorite Things––Things I Love

The world is so full of a number of things, I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings. Robert Lewis Stevenson   Roses. I love the shapes, the colors, the scent, the fragility, and the variety of roses.I love wildflowers blooming beside the road and flags flapping in the breeze. I love water... Continue Reading →

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