Looking up through the ferns through the dappled sunshine.

By the steps leading down to the lower Terrace.

A bouquet of hostas growing out my back door.

My caged annuals so that the deer or other critters will quit eating them.

A handmade, three dimensional piece of art hanging on a wall at the home of the place where I bought three bookshelves. Please enlarge the picture and see the small figures about the size of my thumb all handmade and hand-dressed. It was a beautiful piece of art.

An interesting car to say the least, in the parking lot of the grocery store.

On my way to the poetry reception.

Presenting my poem.

Tomorrow this old oak tree will be gone.

One last hug.

Blossoms are so beautiful. And they last for such a short while. I feast on their beauty every spring.

My photo taken by a stranger.

A sneak a photo of a professional photographer taking a picture of a family. I just thought the setting was so beautiful.

Today’s afternoon picture taken at the Arboretum in Madison Wisconsin.

My Mother’s Day flowers I received today May 5 from my son.

My very favorite dictionary published in 1884. It is very very heavy. The stand that holds it was made by my father’s longtime friend Clarence Hubbs just for me about 44 years ago.

In front of the fireplace. I am standing behind the blue chairs.

My contemplation area.

A view from the corner of my desk by the window.

The bookshelves.