I’ve struggled mightily with the balance to strike between the sweet smell of roses and the addictive rush of achievement. ~Neil Hanson. Who doesn’t share

The slightest movement, what might seem like a small decision one day, magnifies over time. Like an arrow whose direction is ever so slightly adjusted,

This is the color that greeted me this morning. The photo is much dimmer than the reality. It was pinker/redder. And, I thought, “Red in

This is the redbud tree that stands next to my house. I always thought it was misnamed. The buds did not look red to me.

These are blueberry bushes growing along my shore. If you look closely, you might be able to see the white blooms. Right now, promise of

All winter long I wait for color. Waiting and waiting. It’s what : mid-May? And here’s the reward. Those bulbs that sat in the ground

A while ago I was reading a book that was describing one of the differences between men and women, or rather, one of the reasons

Above all, don’t try to write something you think you ought to write. ( Diana Wynn Jones) How can you not LOVE her for those words??? I can

I picked the tulips yesterday. In the early morning light, they were mirroring the colors in my art. Outside coming in, inside matching out. I

I took this photo at 5 AM. Early. Quiet. I’ve been waking up at that hour in the past few days because it’s already light