…a few notes of its daytime song •
from sleep, from where it perched •
to spend the night. A dream?… Continue reading →
tom bombadil and •
the daughter of the river •
all the love needed. Continue reading →
spring slipping out •
of the shadow of winter •
in spring’s shadow hid Continue reading →
That’s right just a few posts ago… first daffodil photo of the year. But at midnight, those daffodils are having a cold night and those peepers are holed up somewhere hopefully with someone nice they met last night. Continue reading →
And tomorrow, the eclipse.
I don’t know any parents that look into the eyes of a newborn baby and say, “How can we screw this kid up.
