Aren't they precious? (pic by K. Tillou)
The cry of a red-tailed hawk late on a summer afternoon, the zip of a hummingbird by my head, the sweet, fluting call of the golden-crowned sparrow as it winters in my garden, these are all lovely to hear.
Now, considering how swell birds can be, you’d think that [...]
I wish they grew in my house, springing from the floorboards, making swathes in the corners and across the front of the hearth.
The freesias on the front walk begin the year shy and clean. First they stretch upward and open one flower at the top. The fragrance is rich and womanly.
No one stops while [...]