Fall’s frosted fingers Etch lace into the windows Of my tiny house.
Thanksgiving Gathered together So thankful for the bounty, Generously shared. Happy Thanksgiving!
Working from home has always been a dream of mine and I have the good fortune to be able to work from home over the last couple of years. My tiny home is my retreat, […]
November The composting leaves, The rich, damp earth and decay, Fade into Winter.
Waffles, golden brown, Pockets for maple syrup And melting butter.
California, Hollywood. Opening its doors in 2017, the Hicksville Pines Bud & Breakfast is pretty incredible. It’s the first of its kind in California and because it’s a 21+ property. Cannabis is acceptable in all of the […]
Hallowe’en Black cats, pointed hats… Creepy creatures of the night, Oh my! What a fright! Halloween Tic tock, round the block, Masked faces and sticky fingers, Squeals and laughter.
…guest written by my daughter Escape city life. Grow, harvest, mine, fish and more- In Stardew Valley.
Over the past several weeks, I have been thinking about this blog. I am guilty of being caught up in the blogging frenzy that has become so popular over the last several years. I have […]
The twisting vines of Pumpkins, frost kissed ripe, Patches on The very last of green.
Bookplates and bindings, Aging paper bleeding ink, Ghosts of days gone by.
The meaning of life, Dear isn’t 42. It’s you, The dog, hearth, and home.
Petals peeling off Pistils. Their fall swan song. Returning to earth.
Published in Whidbey Life Magazine– 2019 Spring/Summer Edition When Pam Kueny Taylor goes to work, something magical happens. Bespectacled vintage blackbirds perch high upon steampunk top hats, showing off their rain boots and umbrellas. Rainbow […]
This creamy broccoli cheese soup is a throw back to the classic broccoli cheese flavor we grew up with. This is the perfect fall comfort food! INGREDIENTS 3 TBS olive oil2/3 TBS minced garlic1/2 C onion, chopped1 stalk celery, chopped4 large carrots, diced1 […]
The last of summerFruit clinging to the thick vine.Red ripe for plucking.
Winding my way throughAutumn’s fiery palette,Frost nipping my heels.
Fernweh (far-sickness) is the equivalent of ‘wanderlust’.
Taking tea, ritualin repose. Washing awayMy mortal worries.
Nothing is more spectacular than watching Autumn take its final dance with summer. Instead of taking a drive this Autumn, why not catch a train. Leave the driving to the Engineer while you sit back, […]