This post is a little different from my others; it's more of a meditation or a prose poem. I hope you enjoy it. Flowers in late summer, edges drying. The last Black-eyed Susans, milk thistle. The sun blasting through, catching on the white trumpets of honeysuckle still left on the vine, almost out of sight… Continue reading Late Summer
It has been days and days since I've written anything. The month of July whooshed by, with every weekend booked solid and travel on almost every one. I just spent the past week recovering from the July madness and this weekend I reveled in being at home—my sanctuary. Don't get me wrong—it has been great… Continue reading Days and Days: Where Did the Summer Go?