What kind of farmer will you be? One that grows corn or raises honeybees? Maybe you like goats – now that could be fun! Especially the...

Be proud of your tired feet after taking a nice long hike. Be proud of conquering fear on a dark and stormy night. Be proud of gardening...

When you meet a building that is clearly old, not new, don't laugh at its appearance but say, "How do you do?" Because underneath its...

(I wrote this poem well over a year ago and recently rediscovered it while cleaning out my art studio.) At the end of my street There is...

She was on her way to somewhere when she rested upon my hand. A rich yellow beauty she was. I wondered how many beats per minute her tiny...

Image by: Jeanna Carley A robin's song nudged me out of my cozy cabin bed and into the crisp daybreak of summer. It felt adventurous...