Under make-up and skin; beside the jewelry and clothes; this is what I am. This is my truth…
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What would your father say?
After teasing me about the possible content of a few chapters…
Oak Trees.
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…
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.
A Big Breath
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…
After the July Storms.
Just the Jeep and the moonlight…
Fifty-Six
I am ready….
The Brick Dandelion?
Bricks and roses…I stared at the two story brick wall, wondering…
The Night Roses
Happy Summer! And please enjoy the wonderful heat of day and the marvelous glow of night…strolling…
the brick dandelion 