Sighting:
Listening:
My soul leapt while listening to M'appari, Tutt'amor. I had to close my eyes.
Touching:
My soul leapt as my hands scrunched a skein of soft black wool, velvety softness to knit into a pair of fingerless gloves.
Figs season has arrived. T he very first year we moved here we planted a fig tree. It was purchased at the Farmers' Market and plante...