Breathtaking beauty in the ashes of a burning past.

Night falls earlier now. The days are getting shorter. And I've seen juncos in the yard. At our house, we fondly refer to them as 'snow birds'. Because every time they show up, snow is soon to follow : ) Another cold front is making its way in this evening. Emma is busy wrapping up... Continue Reading →

November 6, 2018 1

How does your garden grow?

Today is the eve of my father's 82nd Birthday. I lovingly refer to him as "Poppy". These annual celebrations have a way of bringing sentimentality ~ a recalling of the stories that mark our days, and the memories that lie within. … I grew up in suburbia. In a small ranch-style house with a modest front... Continue Reading →