" ...moreover, the walls of my castle are broken; the shadows are many, and the wind blows cold through the broken battlements and...

" ...everywhere birds building, flowers budding, leave thrusting - everything happy, and progressive and occupied." {The Wind in the...

" There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea." ​ {Henry James} ​ ​ one...

" Like a tree, creative work has seasons. Part of the work is to know which season you're in & act accordingly. In winter, the tree looks...

" Spring returned. Birds followed ploughs. Stones were warmed by the sun. Rains and winds grew softer, and were fragranced with the...

these February days... a soft wind stirs through the trees... shimmering, shifting wintry light the crisp, effervescent air caressing my...

these January days... gray light foggy mornings many cuppas sipped seeking the sparkle and light amidst the often dreary days a quiet and...

" We spend January walking through our lives room by room, drawing up a list of work to be done, cracks to be patched. Maybe this year,...

" ...that fleeting pause when time bends and magic hovers between the main celebrations of the seasons... spontaneity and softness become...

:: the quiet revolutions of winter :: winters arrival the still point of this every-so-quickly turning world a quiet beckoning this...

" Ye dear companions of my silent hours, whose pages oft before my eyes would strew so many sweet & variegated flowers..." {fr; book...

" A camera records what exists in front of the lens, but it also records something of the photographer, who stands behind it. In a sense,...

" enveloping, cozy, warmth, comforting, soft, anchoring, slowing down, pause, a book in my hand, rest, renewal, snuggles, silence." ​ ​...

" Now winter lights its cheerful fire, While jests with frolic mirth resound, And draws the wandering beauty nigher, 'Tis now too cold to...

" Some of the days in November carry the whole memory of summer as a fire opal carries the color of the moonrise." ​ {Gladys Tabor} ​ ​...

" Happiness is in it... and in this quiet of ordinary things. A table, a book with a paper-knife stuck between the pages. And a petal...

" When the trees thicken into a wood, the fragrance of the wet earth and rotting leaves fills my soul with delight... ​ I particularly...

" Autumn is a time to gently slow down; to rest, reflect, and prepare for winter; to embrace a sense of mellow fruitfulness, by easing...

" Than these November skies is no sky lovelier. ...Not rose, nor amber, nor the scarce late green, is truly seen - In all the myriad...

" On an afternoon in October, or the beginning of November, a fresh watery afternoon, when turf & paths were strewn rustling with moist,...