• Sweet Honey Buzz

    If I buzzed about in blooms, I’d chat with friends in rosy rooms. I’d sip from fragrant purple buds in polka-dotted pollen duds. I’d soar among the hollyhocks and snuggle into frilly frocks. I’d conjure up a sweetened brew that’d flow like sunshine’s golden hue. I’d rest beneath a hosta bell where perfumed dreams would… Continue Reading

  • Wild Blackberry Banter

    My first reaction to a situation tells me a lot about me. ******* If you were to unexpectedly drop by Peacock Prairie late in the morning, ideally this would be my reaction: Dog barks. I stop my writing and look up from my computer. Someone’s here. Who could it be? Pre-showered, in a mis-matched outfit,… Continue Reading

  • Cascades of Old-fashioned Creamy Pink Roses

    Tucked away in my memories like old 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… Continue Reading

  • Serenity

    This morning in the vegetable garden, under a canopy of brilliant blue, surrounded by a chorus of jenny wrens, 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 I… Continue Reading

  • Porch Chair Rocking

    September 18, 2015 Summer’s ending, Autumn’s pending. Porch chair rocking, sipping brew. Last year’s promise, this year’s beauty. Seed heads blooming, rainbow hue. Zinnia nectar luring, calling. Flitter, flutter, wings bewitched. Pretty petals, beauty flaring. Rocking, rocking, life enriched. Summers hummers, zipping, dipping Tasting nectar with a sip. Ruby-throated wonder zooming, Getting ready, lengthy trip.… Continue Reading

  • Captain of my ship

    September 6, 2015 I like to think I am in control of myself, captain of my ship, sailing where I wish, but I confess I was not. I was living my life glued to the computer screen. It’s important for a writer, who uses a keyboard and computer, to sit by a screen, but it… Continue Reading

  • Hidden Treasure

    June 19, 2015 See those towering hollyhocks? I dreamed of those. When I planted the package of seemingly insignificant seeds, I doubted my success. I thought about purchasing a potted hollyhock, but I wanted droves and droves, and a pot offered but one. Last year, in late spring, I started the seeds in my vegetable garden.… Continue Reading