Garden Tapestry

  The word Garden, itself, brings solace. It speaks known pleasure from fullness, sensuous dollops of color, flitting birds, busy butterflies & bees, movement in a breeze, perhaps a welcoming pathway or water sound, earth, grounding, thirsty land or moist...

Sheltering in Place

This phrase is now lodged in our consciousness. Here we are. Put in our place. I wrote the little piece that follows, Finding my Place, a long while back (and didn’t post it for reasons explained in my previous Phento post ;/ Timing???….) I remembered it...