My version of good cheer
Remembering the quiet of winter
A palette of winter
Winter’s song
Memories of winter
Dandelions We fight every cure inventing strange rules to remove ourselves from the wild we were and create logical formations the straight line borders within the box always marred by weeds and blooms we ruthlessly dig to kill what heals us pouring poison over nature's medicine - Caroline A. Slee
Memories of childhood
A pause
A glance at the scenery
Autumnal Equinox #FridayPhilosophy "Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree." - Emily Bronte "I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers." - L.M. Montgomery "Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the … Continue reading Autumnal Equinox #FridayPhilosophy