Friday the 13th.

Beer, Dogwood Tree. Phoenixville. I learned some good things this past Friday, the 13th of April. My intuition is strong and I probably shouldn’t ignore it. This is hard for me, because I still can’t discern between anxiety and intuition a lot of the time; both are uncontrollable emotional reactions to events and occurrences in my life. Listening to that little voice that says something is wrong is incredibly important. I know it and I feel it and when I listen to it, it keeps me from making some seriously... Read the Rest →

Freesia in Engle’s Milk Bottle.

Freesia in Engle’s Milk Bottle. Over the crisp scent of fresh vegetables and the salty odor of raw meat, I smelled the freesia before I saw. It found me at the farmer’s market, while I was debating which type of lettuce to buy. Brilliantly white and heavy with it’s sweetness, I bought a bouquet of it along with my lettuce and kale for the week. I found a home for it in a Engle’s Milk Bottle, purchased at a antique store in central PA. While I do have a penchant... Read the Rest →

Attached.

Walking home from the post office one clear, warm late November afternoon, I noticed these lovely, freshly green tendrils growing from the cracks of a concrete wall.

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