Farewell to Summer
No more tripping over you in the kitchen As you wait for dropped crumbs. No more hearing…
No more tripping over you in the kitchen As you wait for dropped crumbs. No more hearing…
I have a Valentine’s Day confession to make. I truly love that first sip of morning coffee…
Two kingfishers in flight weave the frayed fabric of the sky, repairing, restoring, and painting their favorite…
My mother and I watch an osprey circle the pond. White and black against blue sky. Powerful strokes….
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