" 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...

" I would like to do whatever it is that presses the essence from the hour." {Mary Oliver} through the window, the suns rays illuminate a...

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

" There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of...

" She was fascinated with words. To her, words were things of beauty. Each like a magical powder or potion that could be combined with...