A monarch’s legacy  

As autumn stretches into the icy grip of winter, a curious change occurs in Santa Rosa Beach, Florida. The sky, usually a deep, endless blue, turns orange.  The color comes slowly at first, a hint of warmth scattered among the evergreen pines and palmettos, then it descends all at once, painted on the backs of small, fragile wings that have traveled thousands of miles … Continue readingA monarch’s legacy  

Knotted thoughts

The yarn slips through my fingers with a whisper, my hands following the memory of thousands of stitches looped, checked for errors and redone again. Soft cotton or bamboo works best, the gentle tug of string against the crochet hook providing just enough texture to allow a good grip on the task at hand. Ignore the ache of panic behind my eyes; focus on the stitches … Continue readingKnotted thoughts