Bougainvillea against a wet, wooden fence.
Memories of Haiti
Our very first potato
A meal fit for a mouse
Brick paths and weird tropical plants from my father
93 years old on February 21st
Our resident black racer who thinks she's Nessie
Navigating the Loch
Orchids in the back yard that grow themselves
Where did you come from and why do you stay?
Vines that marry
I now pronounce you Black-eyed Susan and Jasmine
That the children have to walk under the vines to swing
Surrounded by fragrance
That Orange and Purple really do go together
In the garden, of course