Is there anything more peaceful this time of year then new fallen snow on pine?


Louisa May Alcott


Now the day is done,
Now the shepherd sun
Drives his white flocks from the sky;
Now the flowers rest
On their mother’s breast,
Hushed by her low lullaby.

excerpt from Lullaby by Louisa May Alcott

Look up


Mesagne, Puglia

Too often we walk and stare at our feet. Or our phones. We don’t walk with our heads up looking strangers in the eye. We don’t look up to feel the sun on our face or to the light rain as it dances across our body. Look up from your feet. Look up from your phone. You never know what you might see.