Author: Lori McCray

A Love Story

The first outing of these little ones was last week, although I saw that some of the cygnets had already hatched, very far away from the edge, where I couldn't go, and wouldn't, probably, even if I could.

The Golden-ness of the Light

I see with a poet’s eye toward beauty. The tiniest discoveries delight me. The sleek vole who scurried beneath my pot of portulaca. The grasshopper, pretending to be a peony leaf. The mourning dove feathers I’ve been so tenderly collecting, and now I’ve met the birds, sitting sweetly in my garden.