Mother’s Day

Flour, dough, improvised rolling pins, cinnamon, sugar, butter, sticky fingers and patience  finally  yielded the reward of sweet smelling, delicious cinnamon buns.

Poetree

  Your beauty is Standing tall and proud Reaching out Providing shelter A stillness in the wind Colour, texture, form and Long lasting. I slowly approach Wondering at your majesty and glory Waiting for you to invite me closer. May I touch? With silent consent I dare to reach and Feel the warmth and life … Continue reading Poetree