This Snapshot
For resembling a postcard of a particular balmy polis I wouldn’t mind being transported to, so long as water beads off our skin.
For resembling a postcard of a particular balmy polis I wouldn’t mind being transported to, so long as water beads off our skin.
Shadows mean sunshine or light evincing. Where is all the light emerging from? More energy, more life force…it’s certainly out there. It’s no wonder children are full of it—rays of hope in otherwise dark times ahead. It was great hanging … 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
Tucked away.Range and farm living, I’m bringing it back.In terracotta pots along the edge of the nest attentivelythroughout the spaces we dwell, quaint notes of love.Abundance through stillness and homestead routines.In the presence of doubt, eclipse forever moreIn the dignity … Continue reading
Now then, here we are the fledgling days of August lurked upon us amid our deliriously distorted days of leisure play. How did we arrive here already? Just as we were settling into summer, that esteemed season that isn’t overly … Continue reading
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