I grew up in Vermont. My parents will tell you it was six months of winter. I remember it as, “this is life & what else is there?” My parents had lived in other places & disliked the length of Vermont winters. When my mother was feeling blue from winter, she would take us to…
Category: gardening
you’re wearing too much blush
beautiful leaves that should have fallen off a month or so ago.
lemons & blossoms
to become next December’s lemons.
Appropriate time
to photograph, Christmas day @ my inlaws. ~amy
a neglected Christmas cactus
still delivered me a few blossoms. Oy, the guilt. I promised the plant I will pay it a bit more attention in return for its kindness.
a strip of red
the only color that could be seen. This statue is so old that the concrete has begun to wash off, leaving behind only the stones that made her. This statue belonged to my husband’s grandmother & had she lived, she would have turned 100 years old in early December.
waiting for the right wind
before taking to the air
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