Imperfections in Life and Writing

. The autumn colours entice my camera and me out onto woodland paths where vine maples are showing off. Returning to the back yard I check the lone tree that stretches toward the garden from within the woods. Its colours are changing, too, but I’m disappointed to find a brown blight that spots its leaves.Continue reading “Imperfections in Life and Writing”

Saying the Occasional “No” Without Guilt

. Daylight dwindles into darkness, and Wildwood Acres settle for the night.  Birds hush in their hidden sanctuaries and the only sound is a lonely tree frog somewhere in the marsh. Before falling into stillness, the breeze opened up the clouds and left tomorrow’s promise in the sky. This is usually my time to settleContinue reading “Saying the Occasional “No” Without Guilt”