When my kids were little, they thought snapdragons were called “hello flowers,” because we always made then say, “hello!” when we went in the garden. This little nursery rhyme is about that time~ Hello Flowers White, yellow, pink and red, the snapdragon raises its friendly head. I squeeze its neck along the side it… Continue reading Hello Flowers
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When I have an idea I love I can’t stop writing, it’s almost as important as breathing. – Jeanice Deering Tell us about you ? My name is Jeanice Deering. I have been married for 38 years, still amazed. We have three grown children, 2 boys…
We went to the land of magic at night on the longest day in June, under the birch and spruce trees near 100,000 lakes, as we waited for the waning moon. We ran and jumped while our gossamer scarves shimmered in bright purple and blue. For the song that we sang as we danced in… Continue reading A Summer Solstice
“Put your snow boots on, Bubo,” Mom tells me. “I have to go to work early today and I want you to walk with Jetta.” “But Mom, the guys want to build a snow fort before school.” “I can’t help it Bubo, I’m up for promotion and I have to be there.” “Does that mean… Continue reading Bubo and Jetta
Our star was setting in the western sky and a mist was rising from the fields. All the clouds were billowing up, like a sacred room around us, and the air had a peachy-pink tint. Perfume drifted from somewhere, soft and sweet as a summer breeze. Our companion star was rising, the way it does… Continue reading Binary Skyscape
The wild bee sleeps in my sunflower forest, among the pistols and stamens, in the eye of the glowing yellow petals. She snuggles down with her fuzzy legs like a Teddy bear, her head resting on a stamen pillow. Her abdomen moves in and out as she breathes. (If we had a mini amplifier we… Continue reading In the Sunflower Forest Where the Wild Bees Sleep
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