LIke a messenger from the realm of transformation, she came to remind me that nothing ever really dies.

No day is a good day to say goodbye.

I love that we are already making plans for March.  Persimmon pudding will definitely be on the menu.

Sitting in the kitchen of my childhood, before everyone had awaken, I realized something extraordinary.  I am finally listening to my own voice.

There, in that place of quiet, I am at one with it all.

The scarlet runner beans are blooming.  I don’t think they will have time to fruit, but sometimes it’s enough just to enjoy the beauty.

We stood watching her spin her web, marvelling at her brilliance.  There is always so much work to be done, isn’t there?

All of the driving, all 22 hours of it, was worth it just to capture her in this moment.

It seems to me we wander half-seeing in the shadows, when the light of who we truly are is only just outside the perimeter.

Skinny dipping, La Boheme and limoncello were the highlights of the day.   Would have been perfect had the cat not gone missing.