Spring 2012
There are tulips in the garden
There are tulips in the park
But the tulips I love best
Are the two lips in the dark
(my mom taught me that)
~
Autumn 2011
To be aware of one's surroundings or relish in the beauty of hidden places, to let the eyes feast upon the season's offerings of luscious hues, autumn's golden undressing, or winter's moody blues. To find simple pleasure in the smell of books, or the glow of burning taper. To get lost in stitches of tapestry or set a well dressed table. To find true treasure in humble offerings; thank you Raven, thank you Snail. This is my kingdom.
