My Forest Floor
My Forest Floor
Jumble of color
preparing for winter chill;
still a bit of hope.
A journey into the cloud…
My Forest Floor
Jumble of color
preparing for winter chill;
still a bit of hope.
through the canopy
Father Winter’s
fortress of snowflakes
Pay Attention
Beauty so subtle:
warming climate brings beetles–
my needles, me, die.
No matter the season, sycamore, we thank you
“Here, the place;
Rest, my shade;
Drink, a wave;
Soothe, your way.”
Imagining what I might find at the park today, I hope to see a Yellow-Throated Warbler catching a rest on his migration.
Thinking about a native plant themed garden for our area — how could you research for your area?
join the WriteOut sponsored by the National Writing Project and the National Park Service to get outside and observe the spaces around you,
Basically all I need and use is held within folders on my home page. Filing cabinets of info in the palm of my hand, and this has been so helpful in recent days for a variety of reasons.
That wasn’t always the case. Over twenty years ago, my go-to organizer was Day-Timer.
Observing nature, creating art
What will you explore and what will you share for #writeout?
An invitation to have some fun with dots and words!
Just draw five dots on your paper
Behold below blue Smokey sky, the golden stalks Of harvested wheat. Reflect curiosity and wonder — Go boldly and scatter seeds of kindness…
Lovely to look at
These green beings sprouting up
Like us: together.