stacks of emails sorting through june may take me all of july

filling in for other birds that have gone silent the towhee's here I am here I'm not

some of our weedy efforts rewarded with butterflies

mental fitness I exercise my right to turn off the news

in the latest round of oil crimes the burning of live sea turtles

a flavor no one wants bp's tar gum spitting itself out on florida's beaches

ruling the airwaves honeysuckle with a slight edge over obama in the polls

heat warning all that's left is the grit of aging blackberries  

quote

Years are something you count, moments are something you remember.


~Cindy Tebo

in the pink haze of a road cut mimosa trees