Then from the neighboring thicket the mockingbird, wildest of singers, swinging aloft on a willow spray...
With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy,...
there’s gotta be a song left to singeverybody can’t of thought of everythingone little song that...
only empty spaces can be filledi don’t know who said that...
in the third year of our backyard garden, the Artemisia Silver Mound bloomed. i didn’t know...
no rain.no flowers.i don’t know who said that first...
the hum of beesis the voiceof the gardeni don’t know who said that...
eat a bug every morning and nothing worse can happen for the rest of the day.i...
no raindrop in a flood ever feels responsible.i don’t know who said that first...
I think about photographs as being full, or empty. You picture something in a frame and...
february showers bring march flowersi said that...