Juana and I, like a pair of elderly migrating birds, have made our way South…

Dried flower prints and bookmarks has always been a winning arrow in my quill of…

A dusting of snow yesterday transformed the back patio and yard creating dreams of snowball…

Finally some new color arrives at our home. A long-to-flower amaryllis has finally bloomed. This…

I think the saddest tree in Winter is the pin oak. Holding onto its leaves…

I watch now for the mail truck to come by so that I can quickly…

A lone hawk sits motionless on a Japanese maple branch hoping that an inattentive bird…

The birds have pretty much picked clean all the berries and seed heads in the…

Olivia tugs at my jacket indicating she wants a trip outside with her grandpa. Her…