Taking Time to Stop and Paint the Iris
Here in my little slice of paradise spring has long sprung (sorry you guys in cold climes) and now it is iris turn to stretch out her long neck and open her beautiful face to the sky. The iris come
Bursting and Buzzing
Well the trees are blooming and you know what that means? Bees. There is a row of pink flowering trees (by Friday I promise to find out what they are) along the great lawn below a small grove of cedar
Balancing on the thin line between Winter and Spring
I apologize in advance to all of you who do not live in the west and perhaps are not astride the winter/spring teeter-totter. But here in beautiful Sonoma County spring, as I said in last week’s blog post, has spoken