I run my fingers over the bolts of cloth laid out on market day. My discerning hands feels the different textures, the quality of the weave, either rough or fine,…
Long ago one of my favorite tales was that of “The Borrowers” a family of tiny, tiny people who lived in my house, under the floorboards, in the crawl spaces…
The tall Telegraph Weed was green and fresh months ago, or perhaps even a year ago. It spent its energy sprouting and growing and pushing deep into the earth. It…
The plants in the fields and along side the roadways all feel it. The children walking to school in the chilly morning know it. The parents who prepare meals earlier…
Hey there beautiful little sister! There was a time when we were both quite small and together we stood, knobby kneed, hanging back. Then one day I bloomed first and…
I am patient. I am kind. I am smart. I am waiting. I feel the sun’s warm promise of goodness and so I am expectant as I hold my place…
My dime store lover gave me paper roses once, back in third grade. A quarter was all he had and he spent it all on me. He had freckles and…
I radiate warm rays of love your way and I pray that they reach you. The sun points me in the direction you are headed, towards the setting sun, and…
I stand tall and alone and I soak up the slanted rays of the setting sun. I say farewell to Summer and to this day of blessed sunshine. I say…
The view from here is good; good earth, good sky, good sun, good air, good weeds. This is the view from a good hike to move the muscles, breathe and…
