Soft Morning

Soft Morning

This is a soft morning–quiet, still, mist hovering above the ground, and roofs white with frost. Not a car goes up or down the street and even the squirrels are hiding. It’s a hushed world. This morning is like an empty canvas, waiting for the artist.  With brush in hand, we begin the day, dipping […]

A Nifty Fifties Lady

A Nifty Fifties Lady

  I wrote this a few years back. Believe it or not, the Fifties Lady is still on my ‘frig. This picture is on the wall of my refrigerator. It is an inspiration. I mean, just look at this woman. She is decidedly straight from the 1950s, no doubt about it. Look at those pink […]

The Day Before Easter

  Such a lovely, still morning. The greens are vibrant. Shadows cast by the morning sun are sleepy, soft shadows. A squirrel scurries across my neighbor’s drive, and a blue jay is on the hunt for breakfast. The azaleas by the front door are starting to bloom, as is the Iris. My deck is littered […]