I had played with the painting of them..the browns of deep cocoa, the solemn grays like those which color a uniform..instead I searched. And I drove to search…

I had played with the painting of them..the browns of deep cocoa, the solemn grays like those which color a uniform..instead I searched. And I drove to search…
Along the path to traditional autumn decorating, I hadn’t banked on the plentiful harvest of roses which graced my gardens.
Pileated woodpeckers and trees brushed with the first swash of gold…I luxuriate my mind in the subtleties of nature’s changes.
I lost myself among the bigness of a river, of centuries old trees and a Great Lake. I felt absorbed into a speck. And I breathed…
August 3, 2021 The River What started out as a vacation to see virgin forests, has morphed into the beginning… Read more A Vacation of Rivers, Trees and My Mama’s Advice
Just the Jeep and the moonlight…
I am ready….
Happy Summer! And please enjoy the wonderful heat of day and the marvelous glow of night…strolling…
I am a heavy woman. My essence is heavy. Embracing that realization lightens my soul…
“Oh, Stephanie. It could always be worse!” I can be – I know it is hard to imagine – the worst of worst patients, a whining, complaining ninny.