Soft spots. Tiny spring flowers. The scent of harmony, inviting the seasons to merge. Caressing the day lingering into the evening. The stories of spring.         Soft spot. Gathered old pieces from the…

My Mother's garden allows one to breath in and feel the certainty of its roots. It doesn't pretend to be pretty only in springtime. Instead it shows its beauty in each season. A wise lady my Mother is.    …

  Since many of you have written to me saying that your email subscription that you use to receive my blog via email isn't working I asked TYPEPAD (the company that hosts my blog) what to do about it.  The…

  French Husband rubbed my cheek, I woke up, he pointed his finger towards the train's window, "Look."  I gasped. I took this photo with my cell phone as the train rolled along through the Austrian countryside. Sure I heard…

  Nearly five years ago French Husband and I rode our motorcycle through part of Europe. On that journey we met up with a blog reader of mine, Lieselotte and her husband Dieter. Trip to Norway… Meeting Liesolette the first…