This is the harder part of winter. I lamented, just the other day, that I missed the beauty of the flowers, painted along my path, and glistening with small droplets, after a summer rain. What do I see instead? Mud and slush are burying my memories, of fuchsia, turquoise and canary yellow. The cold winds … Continue reading Stay for a While: Vibrant Colors and Patterns, Earthy Scents, and Sounds of Life Will Be There