To everything, a season

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven.
— Ecclesiastes 3:1

When I created this blog in February 2011, I had no idea where it would take me and how many wonderful readers I would get to meet along the way. The last seven years have been full of adventures both in real life and in this virtual space. I published a book, and the seeds of another book (someday?) took root right here in this space.

The first part of this year has been challenging for me, nothing more than “first world” problems, but daunting nonetheless. Continue reading

More tiny spring babies

Spring is full of fuzzy newborns. In last week’s post, I shared a photo of a tiny fawn with you. This week brings more spring chickens, er, goslings.

Now, I admit it. I do not love Canada geese. But their goslings are pretty cute. These particular ones live by a mountain lake in North Carolina.

I love that the grass is taller than they are:
Continue reading

The smallest fawn

I heard the crashing of a deer through the woods, spooked by the dog and me meandering around our back yard. Because I had seen a doe and tiny, wobbly fawn up the street earlier that morning, I peered into the woods.

Right near the edge where lawn ends and woods begin, the neighbor’s yard crew dumps grass clippings every week. I gasped (and then dashed inside to grab my camera):

The smallest fawn I’ve ever seen

Sometimes, you don’t have to look very far to experience something magical.

In my mother’s garden

One of my favorite parts about being home is getting to stop by and see my parents more often. I also get to see what’s blooming in Mom’s garden.

Because Mother’s Day is just around the corner, I thought I’d share a few of her garden flowers with you this week.

Hands down, when I was growing up, this snowball bush was my favorite plant in Mom’s garden. I still love it.

Azaleas abound in Mom’s springtime garden. Continue reading

A spot of magic in the woods

While I was away, two artists created a magical sculpture in the woods of Umstead State Park. It won’t come as any surprise to regular visitors to the blog that this place would be at the top of my must-see list when I came home.

So on a beautiful day, when the new leaves on the trees sparkled silver green, my dog and I journeyed out to find it.

Green beauty along the trail

I could see it from a distance, this fallen tree transformed into art. Continue reading