It is not lonely or desolate––this land––it's teeming with life, every square foot of it.
Pink
Like a feathered bird Little summer surprise. Wearing a pink tutu, Dancing in the sun and breeze.
So Goes the Summer
As summer lingers with overheated days and evening thunderstorms, potted plants pine away as if they are exhausted. The porch swing is too lonely a place, yet a cat volunteers to keep me company. The air is heavy with moisture and heat. It is uncomfortable to sit outside and read; so I stay in under... Continue Reading →