Celebrating National Poetry Month: The Silver Star

Lake Chelan , spring 2008 The end of my favorite poetry month is almost upon me. I have other poems I wrote, but found it difficult to find the time th…

Celebrating National Poetry Month: Lovely Words from Robert Louis Stevenson

Flower God, God Of The Spring by Robert Louis Stevenson FLOWER god, god of the spring, beautiful, bountiful, Cold-dyed shield in the sky, lover …

Celebrating National Poetry Month...Some Like Poetry

Some Like Poetry by Wisława Szymborska Some – thus not all. Not even the majority of all but the minority. Not counting schools, where one has to, and the…

Home to a Spring Bouquet

When I arrived home today the first thing I did was pick a bouquet. JEJ was gracious enough to pose with the beautiful mix of flowers.

Sibling Assignment# 95: A Visit to the Rainforest

Silver Valley Girl gave our most recent sibling assignment. Write about a journey, trip, or place you would like to visit this summer, and why. You wil…

Frozen in Time

Thursday afternoon I experienced one of those frozen in time episodes. I was back on campus at the University of Idaho for a series of meetings for …

Tulips Two

The tulips are now in full bloom outside at our house. We purchased this new type of bulb last fall. I love the color and shape. What I don't lov…

Nature's Artwork in the Afternoon Light

m We have been waiting for these tulips for days and weeks and months!

Coming Home

Coming home again today meant I had the opportunity to grab my camera and take a Sunday garden tour. I am always amazed at how quickly the gardens c…

Being Away

I am away from home today, but got reports that the spring bulbs continue to bloom, the dogs keep watching for me to drive down the road, and the for…

Artful Blogging, Life Images, and an Evening With a Friend

I reconnected today with a lifelong friend and she came bearing incredible gifts. I guess I have lived under a rock because I had never heard of So m…

Celebrating National Poetry Month #16: from the Archives: Memory

Memory by Ted Kooser Spinning up dust and cornshucks as it crossed the chalky, exhausted fields, it sucked up into its heart hot work, cold work, lunch bu…