August is ripening grain in the fields blowing hot and sunny, the scent of tree-ripened peaches, of hot buttered sweet corn on the cob. Vivid dahlias fling huge tousled blossoms through gardens and joe-pye-weed dusts the meadow purple. — Jean Hersey Copy Share Image
Flowers speak to us if we listen. Appreciating the blossom in hand or pausing in the garden to admire the beauty quiets our outer… — Jean Hersey Copy Share Image
November is chill, frosted mornings with a silver sun rising behind the trees, red cardinals at the feeders, and squirrels running scallops along the… — Jean Hersey Copy Share Image
October arrives in a swirl of fragrant blue leaf smoke, the sweetness of slightly frosted MacIntosh apples, and little hard acorns falling. We are… — Jean Hersey Copy Share Image
My prayer for the new year is that I may have the courage and the stamina to let Life happen to me, to accept… — Jean Hersey Copy Share Image
I love planting bulbs. It is making promises with tomorrow, believing in next year and the future. — Jean Hersey Copy Share Image
July is hollyhocks and hammocks, fireworks and vacations, hot and steamy weather, cool and refreshing swims, beach picnics, and vegetables all out of the… — Jean Hersey Copy Share Image
A flower is a daisy chain, a graduation, a valentine; a flower is New Year's Eve and an orchid in your hair; a flower… — Jean Hersey Copy Share Image
Some days confidence shrinks to the size of a pea, and the backbone feels like a feather. We want to be somewhere else, and… — Jean Hersey Copy Share Image
