Kiss Me

Colby isn’t coy in the least. He’s giving me all that he’s got. Nothing kitschy or swarthy about this creature, perhaps Casanova would suit him best. Then there’s Skipper trying to steal Colby’s moves, but he’s not much of a … Continue reading

Jumpin’ Jack Flash

Jumpin’ Jack Flash

Big Welcome for Spring Provisions

Big Welcome for Spring Provisions

My two favs in my provisions box this week, not necessarily sharing them on my plate together, but until I whip something up this scene is cheering up the space. Eye catching from across the room like a woman in … Continue reading

A Place to Hide

A Place to Hide

This little acorn is an avid hide and seek player, assured she is completely invisible yet geared up to screech in delight when my hands loom inches away from her anticipating the squeeze. This kind of purity and transparency is … Continue reading

Carefree and at Play

Carefree and at Play

I have a thing for harmony and fair well in harmonious environments. Aren’t we all at the very least a bit more affable when things are balanced? It’s no wonder things are in a tizzy with the consistent frenetic messages … Continue reading

Speaking of Sweet Things

We’re into the walkie talkies these days. While the wall is the only thing that separates us at the moment, it’s amusing to sing a song or two from across the other side. And while I can’t carry a tune … Continue reading

Shed a Tear Cause I’m Missing You

Shed a Tear Cause I’m Missing You

Yesterday morning was a tough one. The distress came out in those glossy eyes, those eyes that when first opened I was there to receive. There she hunkered on the couch in the dark, alone to grieve for her mama. … Continue reading

An Ear to Listen,

An Ear to Listen,

a heart to act accordingly with everyday grace. Warning: walking past a block party of gut shrieking joys from children at play is contagious and just the motivation needed to climb uphill. Every Day Grace Our deepest fear is not … Continue reading

Afternoon Stillness

Afternoon Stillness

If only for a moment, the sun squeezed some rays into our 3:30 pm reuniting space, at least a few days of this week. Orphaned glasses sometimes from the night before, some half full and thumb marked, greeting this afternoon … Continue reading

In the Midst of Innocence,

In the Midst of Innocence,

we remain forever playful. Together with our white landscape, we grow creative. Under heavy clouds, we sled on. On left behind cardboard, we glide downwards. Deep into frostiness, we transform an unsmiling, barren and frozen scene into motion. On glistening … Continue reading