I ascended slightly. I wanted to feel the pain of the full wind coming at me. I wanted to test the strength which I knew I had and therefore, was no test at all.
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The Harvest of Roses.
Along the path to traditional autumn decorating, I hadn’t banked on the plentiful harvest of roses which graced my gardens.
Mid-August
Pileated woodpeckers and trees brushed with the first swash of gold…I luxuriate my mind in the subtleties of nature’s changes.
After the July Storms.
Just the Jeep and the moonlight…
I Hope They’re Bowling…
Sunday, June 20, 2021 Happy Father’s Day! I remember my son, at a tender age, coming to me with his… Read more I Hope They’re Bowling…
A Woman’s Diary, “Rose”
My twelve year old soul, delighted in the thought of an evenings swim, pizza and snowstorms.. My fifty-five year old shoulders still ached six days later. I had forgotten the sensations of swimming…
Weaving Your Tapestry from Joys and Fears
And there we were, at three in the morning, dancing in the storm…running down the lane between pines, poplars and maples.
the brick dandelion 