“I’m here,” said the Moon to the Earth below. The clouds and rain merely dull my glow. But no one can extinguish the light in my soul… I have an iron-strong spirit that shines like gold. I don’t give in to the overcast skies, But rise above the force that tries To keep me silent and afraid to be An unapologetic, transparent me.” #Poetry #Survivors #photography #Life #nature

Dad was diagnosed with cancer on April 21, but I had the feeling he was sick the week before. About the same time that my gut began to tighten, the huge oak tree fell at my studio. As soon as I saw it, I knew my father was about to take on his last challenge and that it would probably prove too much for him. And it was. He crossed over to be with Mama on Memorial Day. He fought a tough, pain-filled battle for over a month and did so with the same dignity, strength and determi

We lost another old friend down at the studio. I noticed she was leaning to the left just a few days before it happened. I am quite certain another will grow in her place, and the wood will make for many good fires in the wood stove. Still, I hate to see her go. Herein follows a poem in honor of all those we don’t want to lose: Said the Old Tree “I got tired and fell,” said the very old tree, but I knew that it was time for me “To return to the arms of sweet Mother Earth — th

This massive oak fell during one of the horrific winter storms we had in February… The hay fields are freshly cut… …and Sid’s flower is blooming from the sprig he shared 35 years ago. The clematis is full of herself, while the morning mist awakens the wood shed. There isn’t a grocery store, restaurant, or boutique anywhere close… …but the farm doesn’t miss a beat — she is just fine without the frills. #farms #jonescrossroads #nature #photography

Georgia got so cold that her pansies couldn’t grow… But her warm Helleborus melted the snow. She grew a lush carpet while the moon watched overnight…. She bakes, freezes and turns fog to shine, a clever muse with a magical mind. Letting you feel what you want to believe, As she turns, winks and brings you to your knees. #Poetry #Love #Georgiaweather #nature #Helleborus

It’s time to cut and roll the hay again. Although the fields flourish with an abundance of grass, the days are getting shorter, the slant of the sun says “September,” and this week’s forecast calls for no rain. The tractor mowed all day Saturday and rested as the sun set. The next day would require resilience. Ten hours later, the finished product dots the landscape, and the hay rolls dry in the haze. Would that we fretting humans could tend to that which we need to tend like

This was originally published five years ago today in The Harris County Journal. Here’s to the last day in love month and a salute to that which I love so much –the land. There is something in the forests. A silence that lives among the giant oaks, poplars and sweet gums…trees so massive they inspire awe and reverence in those who touch their ancient trunks. With recent rains, the underground springs are running full, freely forming small branches, and feeding the bigger cree

North Georgia creek COMFORT: Where is it found? Webster’s defines the enviable state as being “free from worry, pain, or trouble.” It is what we humans seek from the time we are born until we die. Having it brings joy; losing it causes pain; and searching for it creates anxiousness. We look for comfort all the time and everywhere. If you don’t believe me, do a simple poll of the ads you see, hear, and/or read in one hour. How many are related to finding love, finding the perf

Something from 1995 for this beautiful January morning. PROMISE January promise from a winter sun, Cold memories fade – colors have begun To brighten the air with visions of spring, Tempting the senses and trying to bring The future to focus while the past remains A silent tribute to the strength that tames The January memories of a silver sun With a winter promise that life has just begun. P. AVERY #winter #nature #januarymorning #silenttribute #weather #silversun