Happily does the fox play,
Bounding through the grassy meadows,
Lapping water from the brooks,
Pouncing on a waryless mouse.
Joyfully does she show her kits… 23 more words
She looks to the sky as once she did.
A ferry crossing to Ocracoke on a cold December evening in 2012. Sunset has turned now to sunrise and enormous clouds, with their magenta pink and cerulean blue expanses have become the sign that we, Beloved and I, are crossing back into the ordinary world. 358 more words
I have had to take a little break from blogging. The end of summer became crazy busy with trips overseas to visit family and vacation (pretty soon I will post a link here so you can read about it), getting the Lad back in school, and settling back into our time zone and schedules. 397 more words