By A Little Or A Lot
It feels good to ground myself again. To dig in and settle. To plant something.
From Autumn to Winter | A Virtual Holiday Event
In a slip of time a couple hours before dinner on Thanksgiving Day when everyone else was off on a hike, I set the table.
When Miracles Come
The shadows of pines notched the edge of the meadow; the expanse of snow, like a bowl in its middle, was creamy-white in the moonlight.
In These Beginning Days of January
It’s true. January might be my favorite month (ah, yes, until October comes…)