Learning to Snowshoe The thermometer on my phone told me it was seven below zero…
Tag: poetry friday
I have been told am “old school.” Seriously, I have been told that in the…
Today is Poetry Friday. Early this morning my sister-in-law contacted me to make sure we…
Acrostic poems aren’t as easy as they seem. At the end of my last garden…
Today is Poetry Friday. We are headed into the time of year when I really…
For close to two years now I have been watching clouds with concern. In July…
A Morning Encounter A sliver, A slice, A smile. All these I saw in the…
An Ode to Milkweed Milkweed growing oh so strong, welcoming Monarchs with your fragrant song!…
The Joy of Christmas Cookies Purple Mittens, Green Trees, Sparkling White Stars, Blue Snowflakes, The…
A mournful mood hovers over me this morning like a dense fog, thick and oppressive.…
The Apples in My Orchard 