Lavender Fields Forever

There’s a place. Just over the Canadian border.


A place that captivates your senses, your spirit and your heart.

It is a place filled with beauty, magic and heavenly aromas.


Bleu Lavande…with its endless fields of lavender

Where time stands still and you are transported into a world like no other.

Enchanting, fragrant and seductive. A feast to behold and devour. Prolific and bountiful. Soothing and serene. Nature’s amazing abundance.

The lavender fields…a place where you could linger



The Taste of Summer

It seems to take forever to get here. Summer here in Vermont is notoriously late. A chilly and wet June dashed hopes of it arriving on time. But when it does finally arrive…it is a time of delicious celebration. A feast for the senses.


And so we immerse ourselves in the glorious scents and sounds and…tastes of summer.

Scrumptious rich sunsets


Delectable warm waters


Juicy succulent flowers


Heavenly blue skies


Sweet luscious fields


Enticing aromatic forests


Mouthwatering ripe gardens


There is a certain flavor to summer. It is a time that awakens and arouses all of our senses.


It is a time to savor and enjoy and taste…every last morsel.



Spring, it seems, has been struggling to reach our hill here in central Vermont.

But slowly…very slowly the earth is waking up. I’ve been waiting. Waiting and watching. Eager for all the colors to burst forth and the lush green to return.

I’ve tried not to be too impatient. Spring comes when it’s ready.

The unfolding of nature.


I am watching it with wondrous eyes. And I try to capture its essence with pictures and words.

There is something almost sensuous about this process of unfolding.

Rich, earthy, sultry.

It’s as if the trees and flowers

Are not only unfolding, but are getting ready to burst wide open in bloom

And as the natural world unfolds, so do I.

Opening my arms and heart…to welcome the arrival of spring.

The Elements

Earth, water, air, fire

The 4 elements

The vital forces or energies believed to make up creation. The simplest and most essential materials of all phenomena.


Solidity, fluidity, cohesion, sensation, perception, interaction

The states of matter…solid, liquid, gas, plasma

Change, growth, transformation

All around us. And within us.

Sometimes it is difficult to put into words…the thoughts, ideas, and feelings I have. When I take a picture, it often portrays what is going on inside me. The elements of life…express the elements of me and my journey.

Earth, water, air, and fire.

In My Backyard

Moving to a new home is a process.  There is the cleaning and discarding as you pack up. A wonderful way to simplify and streamline the move and life itself. A way of not only getting rid old things that no longer serve any purpose, but a fresh beginning in a new place.  It also is an opportunity. An opportunity to get to know an unfamiliar area. A chance to discover. A chance to explore…

Over the past few weeks I have been doing just that. In my new backyard.


Out the back door, and up our road lies an incredible place. The local university turned its former ski area into an outdoor recreation area. There are trails for hiking and biking. Trails that meander slowly and others that ascend steeply up the mountain.

There are meadows…

And forests…

 Beauty, color and diversity hidden in plain view…

New friends…

Asters of all shades…

And surprises that make you say Oh! Wow!


An abandoned slate quarry…

It is a backyard that can be explored for a long time. In every season and kind of weather. A quiet and peaceful place…

My backyard.

The Sense of Wonder

If I had influence with the good fairy who is supposed to preside over the christening of all children, I should ask that her gift to each child in the world be a sense of wonder so indestructible that it would last throughout life, as an unfailing antidote against boredom and disenchantments of later years, the sterile preoccupation with things that are artificial, the alienation from our sources of strength.

— Rachel Carson

Rachel Carson was an extraordinary, brave, and passionate woman. Words simply cannot describe her incredible courage, dedication, and love of the natural world.  Her work, her books, her adventures and her stewardship has inspired my life in countless ways.


As a child, my sister and I spent hours in the woods near our home. My mother would shoe us out the door first thing in the morning and we would head to our special and magical world. Time stood still as we built miniature villages, roads, houses, and furniture…for the little elves and fairies that we knew lived in our forest. We believed that they traveled throughout our vast wilderness (6 acres!) and would need places to stay and rest. We use all natural materials in our construction. Sticks, moss, grass, stones, bark, pine needles…Our towns were very elaborate and detailed.

Like nature herself…

We had that sense of wonder. We lived and breathed wonder. My memories of my childhood are filled with that wonder.  I didn’t know anything about Rachel Carson then.

As an adult my path came across Rachel Carson. And I knew exactly what she meant.

When I became a teacher, I wanted to instill that very sense of wonder in my students. Every chance I got, we went outside. We observed nature…up close and in detail. We explored and discovered.  We sketched and wrote about the tress, the river, the pond. The meadow. We wondered.

I want them to love our world…and grow up wanting to care for and protect it.

When I became a mother, I was determined to nurture that same sense of wonder in my son. He too spent hours outside..building forts, jumping in leaves, climbing trees, making bark boats that he floated down the stream. A boy’s sense of curiosity and wonder. Together we played, we hiked, we explored and we discovered.  He is 18 years old now, but when not in school or working…he is outside. He loves to swim at the water holes we swam in and fish at all the places we kayaked. I hope he never forgets. That he remembers how happy these simple things made him.


The sense of wonder is still inside me.  The world around me is still magical and beautiful.

My Happy Place (part 1)

Everyone needs a happy place. A place where your mind quiets and your spirit rejuvenates. A place to just be. No demands, no stresses, no responsibilities.

A happy place can be anywhere.  It just needs to make you feel…happy. Bring you a little peace and serenity, be a place of respite from your daily life.


I have two places where I go when I am in need of rejuvenation and respite. When my mind and soul are weary, it is where I am able to lose myself in the moment.  And when I am there, I am able to find pleasure and joy in the simple and small wonders of life and living.

The Mountains

I am so fortunate to live where I do, in Vermont. I am surrounded by mountains.  Rolling hills, imposing peaks, and take your breath away mountains.

When I am in the presence of these beautiful places, I feel an openness in my heart and an awe in my soul. I see how small I am in comparison and how small and insignificant my problems or worries really are.

Hiking these magnificent mountains allows me to experience life through all my senses and reconnects my spirit with the natural world. The journey to the top is long, the trail steep and rugged. My body aches and my breathing labors. But the feeling when I reach the summit is pure bliss. I can see everything.  The views…they truly are breathtaking.

Lost and…found in the Green Mountains.

Wind Therapy

I’m not sure when I started using the term “wind therapy” to mean going for a motorcycle ride.  But it says it all. There is nothing quite like a little wind therapy to soothe your soul and awaken your senses.


My love for riding began over twenty years ago when I first rode on the back of a 1988 Sportster. The pipes were loud, the vibrations strong and the wind howled. The smile never left my face. Since then I have ridden thousands of miles. I even got my motorcycle license when I turned 50…just in case. But this is one area in my life where I prefer being the passenger.

They say that 4 wheels move the body, but 2 wheels move the soul. My parents think it’s crazy. My teacher friends think I’m a bit strange. But my biker friends….they understand. We even have our own special wave as we pass each other on the road. There is a look and a happy smile shared as we go by.


Perhaps it’s the freedom. The open road and the world rushing by. Or maybe it’s the fear and excitement and pure joy all blended together. All I know is that for me, I need it. Just as I need air and water and food and sunshine. I need my wind therapy. It’s an essential part of who I am.


It truly is about the journey on a motorcycle. It’s about experiencing the world with all your senses heightened. It’s about feeling at peace. Because for those moments in time, all is well. You are truly in the present. There are no worries or stresses. Your mind, your heart, your soul is fully engaged with the here and now. And the wanderlust is sated…

It’s about feeling alive. Fully and completely alive. I truly live to ride and ride to live. And I’m am so grateful that 20 years ago, I began this love affair….with riding.


Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!”
― Hunter S. Thompson