Fawns go to school
The fawns are getting ready for the school year.
Elena Corriero
Meg is back
On the 9th day, I saw a familiar face staring at me from the bamboo fence.
After the rain
It had rained for two days, and my mood had been grey and heavy-ish like the weather.
Nina
Nina had not chosen a good spot to build her web...
Morning Drops
I love to start the day by stepping out into the backyard, with a cup of coffee.
A small blessing
A gift encounter, and why Skippers are butterflies.
Eulogy for a Skipper
Today I said goodbye to a small Peck’s Skipper. She measured less than an inch.