Fire taps into something really ancient in all of us, going back all the way to our first human ancestors that walked the plains of Africa. Both fascinating and terrifying.
A little poem about months and seasons and weather.
A week since Brussels when this goes up; a poem inspired by the best sides of humanity that you encounter during such horrible times.
That somber reminder that it is still early days for spring where I live.
I hope you all are having a good Easter weekend. 🙂
Some of my favorite spring flowers, that aren’t wild here that is.
A beloved sign of spring for me, with a humorous twist at the end.