Time is of the essence
June 22, 2011

Be grateful for the time you have with your loved ones.


And a poem:


First Light,

an owl flies home.



-Amy, June 2011


“American Robin,”
June 17, 2011

is a curious fellow.

Watching your every move

(hoping you won’t notice).

I turn to look

at his red breast;

beady eyes catch mine–


he runs away.




-Amy K., May 2011