• 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

  • Butter

    July 29, 2015 Look who I found hiding in the grass along the edge of the trail like a scene out of a Beatrix Potter book. So adorable. He lives along the shore of the pond near the pine woods. Hope (my puppy) and I walk through his territory daily. Many times I have rescued… Continue Reading

  • Cicadian Rhythm

    July 18, 2015 Like a long dotted line the song of the cicada floats across the prairie. With seasoned awareness, old timers announce, “Six weeks till frost.” So soon? In the stifling heat with humidity thick as steam, it’s difficult to believe frost is so near. But Mother Earth is dependably predictable in her transformation.… Continue Reading

  • Could You? Would You? Eat Your Weeds?

    July 2, 2015 A great quote by Dr. Seuss: Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind.  I’m a photographer. I notice beauty. I admit to noticing lush green lawns, but I don’t see beauty. I admit to noticing weedless gardens full… Continue Reading

  • Grungy

    April 15, 2015 Have you ever had one of those days? Well, today I had one. . . a splendidly perfect day! So, what makes a day perfect for a farm girl, wannabe children’s author, like me? I awoke to birdsong drifting through my window and a dazzling sunrise shimmering through the pines which highlighted… Continue Reading