• One Little Thing

    Throughout my day, ideas pepper my mind of ways to spread love–reach out to that one, write a note to that one, open up to that one, hug that one, pay attention to that one. Often the ideas are out of my comfort zone, so I ignore them . . . and go on my… Continue Reading

  • Cascades of Creamy Pink Roses

    Tucked away in my memories like lace in the linen closet are childhood visits to the neighboring farmhouse. Climbing the secret stairs under towering maples, my siblings and I knew to circle round to the back porch in search of chewy oatmeal chocolate-chip cookies and a coveted visit. In June, the perimeter of the old… Continue Reading

  • Rainbow Splashes

    Nature’s palette paints the morning. Rainbow colors everywhere. Feathered friends in springtime splendor, Sing a sunrise love affair. Cheerful fellow, rosy blush. Splashy orange in jelly rush. Goldfinch robed in yellow hue, Warbler cloaked in dazzling blue. Hummer green among the blooms. Purple martins, crowded rooms. Who am I amongst this beauty? Who am I amidst this flair?… Continue Reading

  • Serenity

    This morning in the vegetable garden, under a canopy of brilliant blue, surrounded by a chorus of jenny wrens and bluebirds and song sparrows, I planted miracles. As I dropped the tiny, almost imperceptible, seeds into the soil, I was confident they would eventually transform by some mysterious miracle into crunchy lettuce. Many of you think… Continue Reading

  • Blazing Beauty

    Blooming branches, Babbling bluebird, Buttercups. Barnyard banter, Bouncing babies, Basking bullfrog, Bursting buds. Big Ben’s birthday, Brown-laced bunting,  Bitty bunny, Butterfly. And . . . a blossoming blue boy baby. Have a Bbbbbeautiful day! All photos and words property of author.

  • Come Walk with Me

    Down a two-trackin trail through the whispering pines to the crest of a hill where the morning sun shines. There at the top of a sycamore tree a red-breasted robin acknowledges me. His melody floats to the meadow below that shelters the promise of spring’s early show. A babble of bluebirds swoosh by in a… Continue Reading

  • The Visit

    Spring was here, and then. . . it wasn’t. Along with the snow, my older son returned home for a week’s break from college. Let the good times roll! He used to be such a big part of my daily life, but now I sit on the periphery and watch. Sometimes he asks for my… Continue Reading

  • The Pendulum

    Yesterday’s snowdrops lie . . . under a snow drop. Yesterday’s field of elegant beige . . . lies buried beneath a frosted blue haze. Yesterday’s patchwork . . . now shimmers in silver. Yesterday’s stillness . . . is shattered by birdsong. Yesterday’s growth . . . awaits the next thaw. Spring’s early glimmer… Continue Reading

  • Words

    Pedaling through the slumbering town of Mackinac Island, the smell of bubbling fudge drifts on the breeze. I brake for a muscly team of work horses clip-clopping toward the ferry. “Morning,” nods the driver looking like a slice of antiquity. “Morning,” I reply, the sound of my voice reassuring me this is not a dream.… Continue Reading

  • Morning Crown

    Snowy morning, frosted shadows, Lacy branches, stillness reigns. Muddy morning, breeze is warming, Rattling call of sandhill crane. Scented morning, red-winged blackbird, Peeper chorus, Spring is here! Barefoot morning, berries bursting, Fledgling summons does appear. Muggy morning, harvest forming, Rainbow colors bright and bold. Misty morning, flowers dwindling, Landscape painted orange and gold. Frosted morning,… Continue Reading