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

These plants are being discarded. NO! I DO NOT want them. Get out of my garden! There is a saying a friend of mine shared

What I see outside and what I’m doing inside… I look at water, day in and day out. And years ago when I used to

I mean, really, what secrets are these ferns sharing??? So quiet… Yesterday, the topic of where you focus came up in my online art group.