warm, breezy days, busy buzzing bees, bright flowers of every colour dazzling our senses, inciting squeals of delight, sniffly noses from ha...

Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime. ~William Shakespeare Today is my mother's bir...

If two or three persons should come with a high spiritual aim and with great powers, the world would fall into their hands like a ripe peach...

Admiring beauty... Watching new leaves form... Contemplating whether the parsley seeds are yet ready to collect... Harvesting strawberries f...

Look at what we saw while enjoying the playground in Hahndorf. A very agile little koala. Climbing around his tree... Sitting in a favourite...

"The olive grove of Academe, Plato's retirement, where the Attic bird trills her thick warbled notes the summer long" ~ John M...

This special feeling towards fruit, its glory and abundance, is I would say universal...  We respond to cherry orchards and strawberry field...