It was November - the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines.  Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul.    - Lucy Maud Montgomery, Anne of Green Gabl…

One of my favorite places to visit is this place here.  It's a place of quiet.  Little hidden paths with small creeks, leaves crunching under foot, and a place of refuge.   A refuge for wild animal, but also my heart.  Nature drawing, picnics, and a safe haven during a time in my life where h…

I wasn't planning to start writing here today, but yesterday grief forced it's way into my life again.  I lost a dear friend. One of my only in person friends.  A neighbor.  I deeply believe that she was a gift in my life.  She gave me a purpose but hindsight looking back, she was te…

" A sunflower by any other name . . . "     The round shape and petal like rays of the sun in a flower - nature's beauty.  I was inspired to take photos of The Maker's art after dear husband brought home a beautiful bouquet of long stemmed sunflowers.  They speak the coming of a…