The Mystical Oaks

The sun is just lifting free of the horizon. I move towards the light…

The Gift of Frost

It is at the interface between living thing and the outside world where the magic happens.

Amethyst and Amber

There was a strange light in the garden at sunrise this morning.
The sky was a moody lavender with clouds of mulberry. There was a ribbon of warmest apricot near the horizon.