• 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 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

  • 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

  • Tea Time

    November 6, 2015 If I could. . . I’d light a crackling fire, sit you down in a comfy chair with your favorite book and a view of the pond out back. I’d crack a window to fill your ears with nature sounds– the meandering leaf-swirling wind, the Caw of a solitary crow. I’d serve you a… Continue Reading

  • Directional Challenge

    October 28, 2015 If self-love was available in a cup, it’d be bigger than Starbucks. It’d drink like morning sunshine, illuminating inner beauty, and taste like joy. At least, that’s what I thought until I came across a gem of a new concept. This concept changes the direction of self-love from something that flows inward.… Continue Reading

  • Sing to the Sunrise

    April 13, 2015 With three notes and a trill, the song sparrow transports me back to the sun-soaked barefoot days of my childhood. How happy I am to share my morning walk with him. His joy, in the tranquil morning, is evident by his song. With loveliness bursting around every bend, I certainly understand his… Continue Reading

  • Whispers

    February 21, 2015 In the midst of winter, there is an absence of contrast which assaults my senses. I miss vibrant splashes of color when all I see are shades of white, brown, and black. I miss the chatter of birdsong in the echoing stillness. I miss the smell of green in the frigid air.… Continue Reading

  • A Revelation

    January 14, 2015 I’ve had a revelation, and surprisingly, it relates to dirty laundry. I know the phrase ‘dirty laundry’ has multiple meanings, but I am referring to everyday, old-fashioned, dirty laundry- that which sits in piles and rapidly multiplies. My feelings about laundry are similar to my feelings about snow in March- not again,… Continue Reading