There is a slight chill in the air, the first whisper that King Winter is on his way.
Whenever we take a walk in the woods, Robin brings home a pocketful of treasure.
I watched my echinacea die away.
Toadstools for Robin and woodland greens for the dining room. Are you sensing a theme?
Nestled, cozy, ‘neath the fallen leaves Amidst the pinecone spiral’s spreading seeds Betwixt the twisted roots of this old tree Look close, and if you’re lucky, there I’ll be.
“Tiny Tales are not just for big boys, you know”, Robin informed me after last week’s math story was complete, “Can I have a Tiny Tale, too?” And those dark-as-coal eyes looked up at me and I said, “Okay, Bobbin, it’s your turn next”. So, this week is a Tinier Tale, just the right sizeContinue reading “Tinier Tales – Aggie in the Berry Patch (days of the week)”
It’s scary moving to a new house in a new town when you’re only four.
Walk with me a while I’ll match your small step with my own Talk with me, sweet child I’ll listen now, and when you’re grown Remember when we walked and talked And I was there, through sun and rain And if you need to walk and talk Please know, I will be there again WeContinue reading “The Sand and The Sting”
Essence of flower and warmth of sun Let’s make sun tea, Little one A sip for you and a sip for me Sharing a cup of chamomile tea Faye and I harvested chamomile from the garden to make solstice sun tea.
Beneath the trees, in the shadows, where wild things grow, Magic lives there. In the meadow, ‘midst honey bees and poppy heads, Magic lives there.