I wandered through the Fiyrna WoodsI knew I would be greeted by the threshold
Has anyone ever asked youwhat you would doif everything you knewburned to ashes on the…
From the miracle that is the acorn becoming the oak to the endless ebb and flow of the tides.
The late afternoon winter sun spilled over the sleeping kitten with a warmth that pushed her further into deep slumber. She was…
I never truly believed in magicuntil I saw the way the earth gave birthto…
Everyday Magic
We’ve had a rare spell of cold. Leonard is happier than I’ve ever seen him, nose in…