pearl crescent butterflies, bees and flies pollinating white heath aster on a September afternoon Poem: I think it’s okay to call it...

The summer in September is the last cold sip of your party drink, the last taste on your lips as the sun dips under the twinkle lights,...

Butterflies have captured my heart and imagination. They seem like living hope to me, reminders of beauty’s transcendent, eternal nature...

farmer’s market flower stand overflow, garden gifts — jewels. art leads to art in a twilit home. Zinnia, dahlia and lisianthus blossoms...

Somewhere in time, people started insisting on mattering... Black lives matter. Yes, that was the time in recent history that "matter"...