Prince Snow Farm


October's Balmy Afternoons

Now that's not something I say often! Typically Octobers here on Massachusetts' Farm Coast bring  warm days giving way to autumn's chill and frosty mornings.


But I'll take newly blossomed golden dahlias and  freshly decorated fence posts.

And when October relinquishes her hesitance, perhaps it will be time to pull and store the dahlias, and say good night to the garden til the springtime.



73 degrees and a robin's egg blue sky.


Gulls overhead, waves crashing against the shore, toes dug in the sand...

All this was lavished upon me.

52 eased in alongside balmy breezes

 and a bit of dream chasing.

The ocean pulled me into its steely embrace...

bestowing a clear mind and a sense of purpose and renewal.

I am blessed.


It's Goodbye

I dream all winter of  spring's cold touch against my cheek.


Of muddled sunshine warming earth and bringing hope.

Of landscapes bursting with shapes and shadows and life.

And when it emerges, I crave to imitate its relentless gusto, 

my senses alive and my soul thankful.

How quickly this beauty morphs into summer warmth and bountiful harvests.

Laden boughs bequeath their gifts with outstretched arms.

I  linger in these seasons,

allowing blue sky backdrops and paint palette blossoms to become my studio.
It is here that I create

with serrated petals and crooked stems...

 in the midst of low lying fogs and lagging sunsets.

 And in the blink of an eye

 the seasons shift once more , and autumn is upon us. 

I shed a tear for what I have loved, and for all it has meant.

  I revel in the beauty, the generosity, the lessons I have learned.

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