Flowers speak to us if we listen. Appreciating the blossom in hand or pausing in the garden to admire the beauty quiets our outer selves till we hear something new, something we did not hear before - the still, small… — 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 in the midst of cool crisp days, purple mists, and Nature recklessly tossing her whole palette… — 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
