September sunset….

I live among the trees, grand oaks and maples and sycamores and poplars that gift us with their shade and rustle, a rich sound-stage for songbirds and owls and bands of other feathered musicians who fill our days and nights with their achingly beautiful sounds. I love our trees and they mostly love us back,…

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feathers and stones…

Tugging some  feathers and stones from my pack, little treasures I’ve collected along the way to show and share. I wanted you to have something to keep, a little handmade  gift that speaks, just a whisper to remind you how you’re not alone ever and maybe help you feel  how much I’ve enjoyed your company…

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the days were golden…

just this,  dear friend, from my heart to yours.  the words didn’t find me this week but I wanted to paint you joy and to share the way the last of the zinnias hold the sun soft and close showing us how to soak it in for the cold,  gray days to come and just…

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