autumn slips in on its timeline.
A spider worked all day, While I took many breaks, His finished product a masterpiece, Of symmetry with no mistakes. But never satisfied, And with his food to procure, He kept at it and at dawn, I saw that there were more. Each web was different, Some as yet not complete, It seems the standardsContinue reading “Nature’s Artwork”
The unthankful heart discovers no mercies; but the thankful heart will find, every hour, some heavenly blessings.’ Henry Ward Beecher Gentle breeze billows curtains, Blue sky, clouds of fluff. Sometimes the beauty is missed, By a narrow gaze. Take joy in the little things. From a walk through Talleyrand Park–the first peony of the season.