Overgrown, overwrought, hidden undergrowth . These rose bushes look to be dried up brown, and near dead. But… they bloomed before..last summer. Were they a tad wild? Why yes they were, but I liked em that way . The pediment of this rose garden was a lovely statue left behind by the previous owner. It … More Pruning the wild…

Just say yes. To adventure to new beginnings, to fresh offerings…all of it . Loosen the silk straps of knowing what comes next, and flow into the unpredictability of tomorrow ..today . Where will it take you, if you just open your hands, palms up, fingers gently spread , and welcome the sunset that is … More A Tale with a story to tell …

April showers. The rain is necessary, but casting a dreary heavy grey sky above. I didn’t feel like taking a walk, which is exactly why I did . The scent of warm wet pavement permeating my nostrils gave promise of Spring blooms that would follow. Once I made the decision to walk into town there … More An Angel in the trash ….

March 21 is an important day….to me. It’s a conflicting, filled with joy and sorrow day, and I don’t expect it to change while I live and breathe. If I could have enough faith to move a mountain, or even be so expectant as the little teeny tiny mustard seed who just wants to be … More An ordinary day …

Hoping he would pick up, and he did . Late at night I just wanted to hear his voice . It was 12 midnight for me, and sleep did not seem as if it was going to happen . He was two hours earlier, and a consummate nocturnal kinda guy. There was no specific reason … More The conversation….

He wears many ties, and multiple hats. This is one of numerous reasons that the school children adore him . Talking and identifying with those that are under your tutelage can be challenging . Kids are crazy smart and intuitive and can spot a phony a mile off. Strolling down the hallways of the school, … More Deserving of a super hero cape

Shelter in place when the bullets start flying. We had enjoyed a home cooked meal which consisted of juicy brisket, smothered in a rich sauce, oven roasted mini red potatoes, and sautéed Brussel sprouts in olive oil and garlic, sweetened with caramelized brown sugar, and cracked black pepper and salt . Since a satisfying food … More Shelter in place

Sunday morning, and the air is just the right amount of crisp. The sky is the bluest of blues, the sun is shining, it’s the beginning of a new day fresh with possibility. Traveling west ward, the expanse of the Rocky Mountain range is before me, covered in snow, and the view is exquisite. I … More There’s a lineup at church …..

Early morning gratefulness. The sun streaming through the windows. I face east, and the glory of the rays fill this space , and brilliant golden hope of impossible possible things lingers. It is the day before Thanksgiving, and my cup overflows. It is almost embarrassing to smile this much . Maybe there is a need … More Bathed in gratitude….

It’s called a lachrymatory, or a tear jar . It is ” a tear jar or tear vase.” I have heard about tear jars before, and if I search on Etsy, or on the Internet, there are lots of versions of this concept. Some are large, and kinda crafty looking, while others are like this … More The Tear Jar…..