Freckles and Pie Under The Strawberry Moon
Strawberry Moon I couldn’t find her when I looked, at first…. She arrived late. She was wild, a bit frivolous. Coquette. She wouldn’t stay put
Strawberry Moon I couldn’t find her when I looked, at first…. She arrived late. She
Shamrock Shakes and the man known as St. Patrick.While we don’t need a holiday to
Sometimes it seems like a lot of work to untangle myself from the day to
The Strawberry Moon surprised me last night. Like an unexpected visit from a dear friend.
Somewhere part of the way through March, a hint of spring was in the air.
In a country known for its hot, arid climate most of the year- the cool,
She walked slowly through the garden. Hair loose, hopes high, mind wandering. It calls to
Late spring and early summer: we’ve arrived at ideal picnicking season! Here is a simple
Somewhere it was spring. In that Somewhere it was night, and the earth had pulled