Lavender, France’s Balm for the Soul
The lavender lingers on my sloping hillside, autumn rain running in rivulets between the dying leaves. At summer’s peak, the …
The lavender lingers on my sloping hillside, autumn rain running in rivulets between the dying leaves. At summer’s peak, the …
Many times when I walk through the nearby woods, I marvel at all the plants hiding under rotting logs and …
[A photograph, and nothing more, for silent contemplation.]
When the sage comes to life again, after its long, lonely slumber in the freezing winter, I always just stop …
[A photograph, and nothing more, for silent contemplation.]