Now is the time when the cobalt blue bells of Scilla sprout up everywhere around the farm. There are hundreds of blossoms in the most unlikely places-scrabbling between rocks and tree roots, among others- with more coming every year.
Spreading by seed, the winds blow their tiny offerings far and wide. So much so they can eventually cover acres, given enough time. But like most good things they don’t last long. So now is the time when I excitedly grab my camera to capture their brief, unique beauty.
I've never really liked labels: I am this, I am that... But in the interest of introducing myself to the world, I can say that I am many things: nurse, writer, photographer, poet, painter, gardener, friend, armchair philosopher, counselor, nature lover, real-estate aficionado, movie buff, sometime yogi, and aspiring world-traveler. I think that's a pretty good list... for now. I want to become a bigger part of the vital, creative force I feel deeply at work in the world and connect with other people who want to do the same.