A bicycle ride yesterday reminded me that I am not the only migrant looking for…

While one may think that coconuts are the only things to forage in the Keys,…

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…