We Blossom Out From Within
Prologue. I’ve aimed high in this post. Too high. No matter, in aiming for the stars maybe I’ll clear the …
Prologue. I’ve aimed high in this post. Too high. No matter, in aiming for the stars maybe I’ll clear the …
“And will it be always so? Surely, in its great lines. Life changes it’s instruments and its decorations, but never …
No flowery tongued quotes today. Been falling back on ’em too much lately. The problem with quoting is it tends …
After dinner yesterday I slipped quietly out the back door and rather than stop by the local pub for an …
I snapped the above photo at the central library, knowing there was a post somewhere in it yearning for the …
Alternate title: The Ant And The GraceHoper Wannabee The busy weekend is over and presently I am driving the backroads …
Allow me to stitch together a few of Xenon’s words. Some I jotted down on the fly and on the …
‘Huh? Oh.’ ‘What?’ I asked. My wife doesn’t read too many posts, so this modest little reaction warranted further inquiry. …
Sunday Morning. The Lord’s Day, or so the old saying goes. Though some celebrate it on Saturday instead. I love …
It was the middle of summer and we were celebrating our Grand Festival of Life. Everyone from the town and …