Two finches build a nest of grasses, interwoven with the tiniest of white spring blossoms— soft grasses cradle delicate eggs, blossoms speak to the fragility of hope. * * * Finches’ Nest – photo and poem by Mary O’Connor © 2013
The summer sun is long gone and with it, one might think, the lure of the shore. But though I will admit to being clearly partial to the warmth of the sun, I cannot deny the stark, cold winter attraction of New England’s rocky shores and its cobble beaches. Wave-battered rocky shores are common throughout … More Granite Bay
Life Is Full of Sweet Spots 