Listening to the Trees
I can see where the ancients and mystics say the trees talk to them. The sound of leaves is magical.
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For Sharon, writing is like breathing. She's been penning stories since second grade. Sharon is an avid reader, writer, gardener, and jewelry artist living near the Chesapeake Bay, the setting of The Green Man series and upcoming books.
Welcome September!
Pumpkins, warm apple cider by the fire, cinnamon and pumpkin treats, and cozy clothes are no longer distant memories but anticipated events. Each season has its gifts. September gives us daily gifts reminding us of the beauty of the meld of summer’s end and autumn’s beginning.
Fleeting Summer
Summer is fleeing more quickly than an ice cream cone dripping on a sweltering summer’s day. It’s hard to believe it’s the end of August and that we’ll greet September in just a few days
Ray Bradbury Quote
Every story I’ve written was written because I had to write it. Writing stories is like breathing for me; it is my life. Ray Bradbury I agree.
August
August is a jewel of a month where life is burgeoning and near bursting in the sunshine, saturated days. It’s the month we’re eking out every little bit of summer left before the lusciously cool days of autumn.