An article in the latest issue of The Shoofly Magazine beautifully captures the seemingly oppositional characteristics of nature and our relationship with it – peaceful but unpredictable, soothing, but sometimes dangerous – and brings back memories of falling trees.

A mountaintop picnic in Colorado’s Pike National Forest sparkled with nature and pineapple mimosas.

A forgotten beauty showed its face in my backyard a few weeks ago, as this gorgeous walking iris woke up and bloomed for the first time in years.

Now is a good time for listening, and learning.
I hear you. #BlackLivesMatter

A few random things as we batten down the hatches before Cristobal comes to visit.

And then, all of the sudden, it flew away, wafting on the breeze high above the cypress trees, its wings fluttering a timeless message: fear not, only believe.

A solo trip to a botanical garden was a tonic in troubled times and the inspiration for a poem.

The story this picture tells is the relentless march of “progress” and how we continue to eradicate nature in favor of more and more and more and MORE cement and “convenience”.

Winter will make way for spring, in many ways.

A brown pelican dictates a conservation haiku.

My lost loved ones were in this sky, whispering a gossamer goodbye.

Seagulls and brown pelicans in Bay St. Louis give me a lesson in mindfulness reminiscent of Thoreau’s experience at Walden

Everyone touches the world in their own way. Making my own tiny imprint through this blog, I want to write more about the gentle things in life.

Reinforcing my benign neglect this year, the greenery of Glover Gardens has gifted us with unexpected late-November blooms.

Still Life: Seashells with Shellac on a Paper Bag.

Reflections on an open mind, a growth mindset and an open heart. An open heart is the hardest.

Hummingbirds work hard. They do what needs to be done.

A peaceful picture of simple pleasures painted with words and images from a friend in Round Top, Texas.

Butterflies, butterfly weed, and a caterpillar relocation project. It’s never a dull moment at Glover Gardens.

I’ve always wondered how our beasts of burden feel about their “jobs”. Are their feet hurting? Do they enjoy being useful, understanding how important they are to us, or do they want to go on strike for better working conditions, a day off, or higher “wages”?