February skirted in on the frosty and frayed tails of January’s overcoat at the very moment she shrugged and shred the bulky garment on the frozen ground.  The shift was seamless, barely perceptible.  Winter, thus, continues. Although it’s only February, about…

    The cloudless sky bore the sun’s full potential while the earth exhaled and uncoiled, basking in its warmth and affection.  The landscape seemed to soften and stretch in the golden rays as all of God’s creatures took advantage of her benevolence.  I…

  Despite the bone gnawing temperatures, the Wrens, Warblers and Chickadees seem at ease, flitting here and there in the garden, darting between trees and chirping all the while.  They are tiny, compact birds whose weight barely bows the grassy stems of the spent Coneflower as…