A Gift of a Story

If someone tells you a story, they are giving you a piece of their heart.

No story comes easy. Always a bit of self is spilled in the making.

Here are stories lived along the way. Stories from times past. Old favorites, pulled out and dusted off.

A story of the mountains, a bit earthy in tone. Those easily offended may wish to pass this one by.

Coffee and morning do go well together.

Three vignettes captured on the road.

Somehow or another, (we won't go into how) I let myself get talked into going rock climbing.

Mama! Violets!