Some people find what they need at the ocean. I find it on the shores of a fresh water mountain lake.
Rock Meets Water
Searching for words as the day wanes and night falls.. the wind blows.. the moon rises.. the water bounces on and off the craggy shore of this mountain lake.. for shadows and fire, katydids and stars, fireflies and jumping fish.. and time spent wandering.. precious moments of stillness, life, and love..
Modock
Just grateful. So very grateful.
Monarda
I live to walk in our garden. Rain or shine. It lures me out of bed.. wondering what is blooming, what has stretched, what is ready to leave the plant, who feeds on what? Will the zinnias ever burst? What's taking the watermelons so long to grow? Will the potatoes rot before we get them out of the ground? How does a winter squash grow so big??
