The winter of 1949 had been harsh, starkly white, and unsafe for a little girl to go out. I stared out the dining room window at my big nake...

The rain is gone, fruit trees are budding and  throwing out their first blooms. Apricot, peach, plums. Yum. Can hardly wait. My hands itch...

Branches dance to orchestration chimes caressed by the wind water dripping between spaces so many pebbles pounding the roof gutters ru...

January 4, 2008 We are being inundated. According to the weather channel, we are having hurricane force winds they are saying though I don...