
the sound of crunching with every step
thinly woven snow blankets on all the trees
deep breaths in the bitter cold
warm grits with maple syrup
coffee with friends on a sunday morning
hot honey vanilla tea and books


the sound of crunching with every step
thinly woven snow blankets on all the trees
deep breaths in the bitter cold
warm grits with maple syrup
coffee with friends on a sunday morning
hot honey vanilla tea and books


rat tracks or an opossum? (either one brings me wonder)
everything looks beautiful in the afternoon sun
tiny air plants, not in water, not in soil
the gauzy sun behind a thick layer of winter clouds
six does grazing in the early evening snow
two woodpeckers and a blue jay screeching at each other


the sound of a page turning
ceramic creamers
silver glitter
coffee on a cold morning
ice in a glass
handwritten letters in the mail
snow in january and in february
beads and bangles
green on a grey winter day
the space between night and morning
these words: zephyr, qi & jezebel

chocolate with coffee
balsam candles in perpetual burn
new books and old books
(new: The Moth Presents: All These Wonders
old: Daily Rituals by Mason Currey)
fresh calendars ready to use
brown bread with pecans and raisins
this show: Parks and Recreation
visiting with friends on cold winter nights
naps in the afternoon sun

“Oh, it’s so beautiful!”
“No way, I’ve waited all this time, I’m getting in…”
“Santa, I know just how you feel.”
“It’s just magical…”

hot pink petals
this song: Most People Are Good by Luke Bryan
dreaming on a little side porch
fig newtons and hot tea
saturday mornings with friends
this book: The Journal 1837–1861 by Henry David Thoreau
dinner on a blue and white farm table
ice cream for the pup
hearty wildflowers and herbs on the edge of the forest
reading under light blankets at midnight
and this song: Hello It’s Me by Todd Rundgren


bottles in wooden bowls
toy trunks and 50’s cowboys
small coffee creamers in a line
old shelves freshly painted
corbels with chipping paint
white buttons in glass containers

old signs painted on buildings
lost thoughts on the edge of summer storms
the afternoon sun filtering through emerald leaves
nostalgia on a cloudy day
blue jays responding to one another
gratitude as the day curls into itself


repotted, repurposed, reused, reinvigorated, recovery, realization, restore

this book, again The Paper Garden, An Artist Begins Her Lifes’s Work at 72 by Molly Peacock
walks on new streets
peppermint tea
deer at dusk
this song, Chevy Van by Sammy Johns, 1973
days of rain
maine coon cats
coffee on a tiny side porch
a basket of fresh cintronella