The Girl with a Pink Rose on her Hat- A postcard found years ago at some little flea market in France. I kept it. It has followed me for years, sitting on my desk, wedged between the glass pane of…

Lunch on Sunday, the table is dress with a flowered cloth, a soup tureen and a bottle of wine waiting to be uncorked.   A blue vase, an antique one at that, holding a orange flower that matches the color…

Photo Source Amy Hanna   Each Saturday I focus on a different artist that I admire. From potters to painters, chefs to collectors, seamstress to songwriters, lifestyle to lovers… anyone who set the paintbrush, pastry brush, hands and heart on…

The seeds we leave behind, be it our words, our actions, our small daily doings, will bloom one day. We do not need to know where or how, Nor seek to gather the harvest to ourselves. But to believe that…

  I just love when my blog evokes a response from many of you. When your sharing makes me feel like we are sitting next to one another, and the conversation broadens as others come in and tell their story.…