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 →
When you know it’s time to hang up the boxing gloves.
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 →
Cello days & the wonder of waiting.
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 →