Summer serenading caught in the morning dew,sultry thoughts sleeping in the shadows.Our last chance for a season to wallowand something new ahead of us to follow.Among the cacophony of hillside late bloomers,the vim and vigor of but a fewto carry … Continue reading
Long summers feel good to the last drop…a few ways to honor the fleeting magic of late summer among friends. Love what you touch and you will touch wisely. May the world in your hands brighten with use; May you … Continue reading
We will walk the trail of our ancestors. Thank you for getting us this far…for supporting us to this point on our quest.
I don’t doubt for a second that these end-of-the summer jewels are gratefully and gracefully growing, and loving every minute of basking in the sun. Inspired from within, they need not bend to mishapened persuasion. It’s a brave act no … Continue reading
I’m a huge fan of these two delights and they are fans of ice cream cones at a neighborhood block party. After all it’s not summer until the bottom of your cone collapses and the best part lands on your … Continue reading
Fruits are swelling, nuts are falling…we’re still rolling and growing and sometimes falling. We’ve been at it for four days out of the five, the fourth day an imposed day of rest due to the downpour. It’s a means of … Continue reading
You are light and sound dancing within the dimension of time. We’re soaking up every last bit of summer here, recalibrating and interweaving new light streams with each stretch…how else does one welcome Leo season?You are the source,you are the … Continue reading
“…Let love and friendship on that day,Hurrah, hurrah!Their choicest pleasures then display,Hurrah, hurrah!And let each one perform some part,To fill with joy the warrior’s heart,And we’ll all feel gayWhen Johnny comes marching home.” –Patrick Gilmore Reminiscing the sweltering days of … Continue reading
Eye-to-Eye Outdoors, the evening calling from frogs long waned,replaced with serenading crickets in excelsis.A mid-summer swap when frogs,still aroundperhaps feeling outnumbered,a few silently snack on insectswhile the rest grant them their loquaciousness.And then there is the blue jay,enchanting us as … Continue reading
Since mid-June, an undulation of spirited cowgirls, always aglow, on and on they shine like poppies left quietly to grow in a field lit of morning sun. Their spark never to eclipse, for they all fend for one another and … Continue reading
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