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. AND sure enough… there it was in the book I’m reading this morning. It’s so…

For some reason the phrase, “God is in the details” was running through my mind when I was looking at the glory of the trumpets on each of these daffodils. Resplendent. In a British gardening magazine I get, there was…

Unexpectedly, two friends arrived for the weekend this Friday. No, not the 2 pups. Not the 2 boats. Although all these were part of the good times together. I had been focussing in and down in when they arrived. My…

What about the opposite of feeling compelled to create no matter what? What about the opposite of being amazing at something? What about the opposite of going full speed? This morning I was reading Diana Wynne Jones description of Tolkien,…

Strange photo, right? Last winter, in an attempt to save energy, I inadvertently turned off the heat. It’s spring now and the bathroom pipes are being repaired – from the outside… But see how the house is “stripped”, and now…

Can you spot the boat? A small speck on the right, dipping into the fog. Almost hidden. The opposite of hidden? Open, honest. Vulnerable. Those are the words that are coming up lately for me. And I just read this…

I don’t like to give seasons so much credit for how I feel. But, after the rugged ending to this past winter, I’m just giddy in the sunshine and warmth now. And I’m not alone. Everyone I meet is acting…

“How ARE you (ye-oo)?” “I’m goo-ud.” You say that and just by saying it, just by answering that question asked with such warmth, you actually do feel “real good”. I love the South for that. The willingness to admit unapologetically,…

Rain, rain, rain. Blocking my view: flowers! I’m darn well going to celebrate spring indoors with all the damp outside. Plus, I spread some grass seed yesterday, so … wet is good. Summer thoughts. And then, thoughts about my art.…

This is my idea of “downward dog”, as in yoga. I HATE yoga. Wait a minute. Do you know anyone that hates yoga? Isn’t that what is loved so much? When I was growing up in the 50’s, my mother…