Tell me what you will do when you “go to the beach.” I’d love to hear what you are doing. I’ll be knitting on a special “Irish Hiking Scarf” that my son wants me to make for him. It will take a while to do this – but I can envision him wearing it next winter. And, he wants the matching hat, too. I guess I’ll be “at the beach” a lot in the months ahead.
Continue reading →Wide fields of Queen Anne’s lace, full bloom
at the base of the mountain on Berchtesgadener Street
A small pink stone, nestled in the sand near my feet
half buried in sand and soft damp earth.
Continue reading →We remember today that we have lost our fathers and
The orange fields remind us of our loss. I will return
Alone after dark and close the rose curtains. (Walking by Inner Vision, p.20)
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