Along the path to traditional autumn decorating, I hadn’t banked on the plentiful harvest of roses which graced my gardens.
Tag: #love
Mid-August
Pileated woodpeckers and trees brushed with the first swash of gold…I luxuriate my mind in the subtleties of nature’s changes.
A Vacation of Rivers, Trees and My Mama’s Advice
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
After the July Storms.
Just the Jeep and the moonlight…
A Woman’s Diary of Sorts.
1/21/2021 Thursday. For how many of you, is buying a calendar an annual event? Yes, I actively enter my activities,… Read more A Woman’s Diary of Sorts.
Merry Christmas!
December 25, 2020 May your days be filled with peace, merriment and lots of love! Merry Christmas! Love…with a kiss,… Read more Merry Christmas!
Poem. “ I remember.”
September 8, 2020. To contribute to International Literacy Day.. Love and a kiss just because, stephanie
How to Navigate the Magic Flight of the Awkward: Step Two, The Soul’s Queue
A creative path might not be the smooth ease of calm, expressive seas nor the decorated, celebrated angst of artistry…
Changing a nightmare into pink confection.
Sunday, April 1, 2018 Happy Easter! During the night of the blue moon, a snowstorm whitewashed every vertical and horizontal… Read more Changing a nightmare into pink confection.
Proposing a Lioness Adventure, (with soot. dirt. smudges.)
March 1, 2018 Majestic. The sky’s contest, a vying among the then waxing moon, the awakening buds of a virile… Read more Proposing a Lioness Adventure, (with soot. dirt. smudges.)
