I saw time in Scotland, watched it wash over the hills around me, and pass by, as if a stranger on a sidewalk moving faster than me. Here – in the frantic United States, within
Living is not enough. One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower. Hans Christian Anderson
Gosh, wouldn’t that be nice? A writing space as beautiful as this? My writing space is my desk, crammed into the corner of my living room, covered with piles of my kid’s school papers, bills
“ Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul & sings the tunes without the words and never stops at all. ”
Emily Dickinson
I take my kids outdoors because that is where I find inspiration and my soul finds peace. My parents did the same, driving us nine hours north of our home to a cabin on Deere
There is an entire city of birds which live in a nondescript tree over the line of my property. Actually, it’s my neighbors tree but it sits right on the edge so I can see
I am going to start a post called Photo Friday, where every Friday I post a photo from the week. This week includes photos from our recent trip to Scotland, a place which was above
Feeling Time 
Photo Friday – Flowers 
Photo Friday – Bluebirds and others 
River of Ferns