Sunday Evening Reflection – Waiting

“Nature looks dead in winter because her life is gathered into her heart. She withers the plant down to the root that she may grow it up again fairer and stronger. She calls her family together within her inmost home to prepare them for being scattered abroad upon the face of the earth.” Hugh Macmillan,…

Artists in a Rose Garden

“It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.” Maud Hart Lovelace, Betsy-Tacy and Tib Artists in a Rose Garden from Rebecca Budd aka Clanmother on Vimeo. I have always considered the month of June a synonym for roses, for it is in this special…