I love planting bulbs. It is making promises with tomorrow, believing in next year and the future. — Jean Hersey Believe 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… — Jean Hersey Behinds 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… — Jean Hersey Backbone 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… — Jean Hersey Admire 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,… — Jean Hersey Accepting 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;… — Jean Hersey Acres 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… — Jean Hersey Beach 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.… — Jean Hersey Acorns Copy Share Image
In July everybody you telephone is somewhere else - either on the beach or on vacation, and half the time you're somewhere… — Jean Hersey Beach Copy Share Image
In March winter is holding back and spring is pulling forward. Something holds and something pulls inside of us too. — Jean Hersey Flower Copy Share Image
August is ripening grain in the fields blowing hot and sunny, the scent of tree-ripened peaches, of hot buttered sweet corn on… — Jean Hersey August Copy Share Image
September is a sweep of dusky, purple asters, a sumac branch swinging a fringe of scarlet leaves, and the bittersweet scene of… — Jean Hersey Air Copy Share Image
