Ink Flourishes

 The "ber' months are always difficult for me to acknowledge. They bring the final embers of the garden, making me want to preserve...

Is it really September?  Time moves so quickly and the seasons come and go with such haste that they seem like a blink. I hope I remember th...

  Here were are on the first Saturday morning in August. Time always flies so quickly as seasons come and go. This past week was Beatrix Pot...

 I have just completed my last class of teaching for before the long awaited summer break. What a delight to keep busy with teaching, but th...