A spindly tree stood in the woods covered by an evil vine.
How do you celebrate when the storm is done?
We have been in a waning stage here in Carpenter Country for the past few weeks.
Summer flowers are works of fine art.
We’re wheeling through summer here in Carpenter Country.
Sometimes re-traveling familiar paths brings to light forgotten treasures.
The watering can, filled by the downpour…
Clouds cried overnight…
Once upon a time, fairy tales were new…
We missed the blueberry picking days at the you-pick farm last month.