Daffodils by k4chii This is the kind of day that poets write about. The sun is bright and clear, the sky has been painted a periwinkle blue, soft cotton clouds are drifting in the sky and the birds are chirping out a happy tune. The grass, which had faded to it’s winter brown is re-surging with touches of green-… Read More
White Knuckle Smiling
Here it is, the second week of March. Spring is nowhere to be seen and snow stubbornly covers the ground as it has since the beginning of this frigid white and gray year. My bones are aching to be thawed from the confines of this long winter deep freeze. I was not built to endure the tribulations of windblown Midwest winters…. Read More