Summertime is always the best of what might be. – Charles Bowden This year, winter didn’t come until Spring had officially begun, going out with a roar of 10 inches of snow. Spring crept in
Category: Nature
If I could order up the perfect days, like we do our coffees and our lunches at local cafes, mine would have thin layers of laughter amidst chunks of peaceful moments, bits of sweetness surrounded
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
“ Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul & sings the tunes without the words and never stops at all. ”