One life. Tandem journeys. God breathed.
Time ticks.Clocks are set back today. A few more minutes in our pockets as autumn arrives. An extra hour to contemplate life. This beauty.I step out into the quiet of morning.Frost almost on the pumpkin. Leaves crunching from the cold. Birds flitting to the feeders, seeking sustenance for the day.Peering into the garden I can... Continue Reading →
A damp and cool opening of day. The air is still. The ground sodden. Droplets shimmering on thin, grassy tips. Blades of green en masse. Open fields reflecting light from the early morning sky. The sun's rays now slanted, favoring the south as autumn peeks in to say hello. The changing of seasons will soon... Continue Reading →
To consider the sky. We need look no further for awe and wonderment in this world. Summer's blue painted high above. The clouds strewn across the expanse ~ scattered like white woolly sheep on the English countryside. Fluctuating forms moving with ease and grace. Silhouettes slowly shaping. Puffs and billows. Contours of effortless change. Then... Continue Reading →
I took my coffee out on the deck early this morning. Temperatures this afternoon are supposed to be sweltering. Best to get out before the heat and humidity saunter in. I love this time before the world wakes. The day is quiet. Ribbons of cool air weave their way into morning. Leftovers from the still... Continue Reading →
"Push me higher, Mommy!" She held tight to the rope, feet reaching for the sky. Sandy little toes painted the color of peonies. That was a beautiful summer day. Nothing on the schedule but life's sweet surprises. And a gentle wind blew any cares away. I can still hear her then 6-year-old voice. Her radiant smile... Continue Reading →
It's a quiet morning on the lake. A light fog has settled in, stretching a thin layer of gauze across the horizon. The air is cool and misty laden. An intermittent drizzly haze. Geese glide. The world seems still ~ enveloped in silence. Even birds, softly sleeping late into the morning. Tightly tucked. Safe in their... Continue Reading →
Mary's zinnias. Vibrant bursts of color that bordered the garden. On these still chilly days of springtime it's nice close my eyes and remember... The warm summer winds rushing through the cornfields on the farm. A peaceful sound I'll never forget. I could sit there for hours. Still and silent in the midst of the... Continue Reading →
A blustery spring wind blew outside my window. Waking me before the sound of my alarm. Just before sunrise. Some cream in my coffee and I readied for the day. Looking for warmth I reached for my thick, knitted scarf. The one with the knobby, textured baubles. The one that's perfect for keeping out the... Continue Reading →
Spring. It is a time of transition. A waiting period. Pending the presence of tiny green shoots. Pushing up slowly through the damp, rich earth. Their emergence - a promise of seasonal riches. Weather sweeps and swells. Yesterday's warmth beckoned me outside. Clearing garden beds. Planting pansies. Their sweet butterscotch faces bracing for the chill, wrapped... Continue Reading →
Frozen sherbet skies awaiting the thaw. Silhouettes of aged trees line the horizon like soldiers. Guarding the precious artwork of our Creator. Vapors part, pulling back the curtains of morning. Another day waking. In the weeks ahead, clouds will melt into rain. Greening the earth yet again. … In my Thursday bliss, I have made... Continue Reading →
Visual harmony. I drink it in on my early morning walks. The pleasing balance in nature. Against the canvas of sunrise, trees tower above. Barren branches effortlessly outstretched into the expanse of sky. Reaching out for spring. Subtly they sway in the blustery winds of almost-March. Roots below hold steadfast and strong. Patiently awaiting the thawing... Continue Reading →
Sunshine greeted me this morning. A rare treat in these past weeks of winter's gray. I made my way toward the window with the southern exposure. Mmmmmm. The sun shone warm and inviting. Refracting light through the small, clear glass vase on the sill. The vase that gently cupped a once dormant bulb. A hyacinth-to-be.... Continue Reading →
My Sweet Louise 