Somehow, these roses remind me of frothy, whipped, double cream – rich and thick and perfect with freshly-picked wild blackberries….
Fading in the Fleeting Light of Summer
The fleeting light of summer Months that feel like weeks Weeks that seem like days Days that pass like minutes…
200th Post and a Gift For You
Blogger tells me that this is my 200th post (wow! utterly surprising to me) and I thought I should do…
Ribbons and Bows
Once upon a time (before an Apple fell on my head in the form of my first Mac computer over…
Pansy Thoughts
There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance; pray, love, remember: and there is pansies, that’s for thoughts – Ophelia Hamlet Act IV,…
