by Robin | Nov 30, 2010 | I *Heart* Faces, Kiawah Island, Kids, Nature, Photos
One of the most scenic beauties I've discovered lies hidden in South Carolina's Lowcountry–Angel Oak. To be in its presence is to bask in the glory of God. Believed to be 1,500 years old, the magnificent live oak stretches six stories tall with...
by Robin | Nov 21, 2010 | Beach, Biltmore trip, Favorite things, Kiawah Island, Nature, On the farm, Photos
THANK YOU to everyone who chimed in in comments or on Twitter; I decided to go with the first picture based on your input and because the warm colors remind me of the cool season. :) This week's challenge for Secret Agent Mama's "Picture it Outside...
by Robin | Jun 15, 2010 | Family Traditions, Favorite things, God's Country, Kiawah Island, Nature, Nostalgia, Parenting, Personal, Southern, y'all, Travel
{Note: This is one time you'll want to click pictures to supersize them!In this case, bigger is better!!} The mecca of our family's summer pilgrimage is more than sand and sea… It's where the wild things are. The only high rises are Live Oaks older...
by Robin | Apr 16, 2010 | (in)courage, Nature, Pensieve's Poetic License, Poetry
PollenFairy dust sprinkles in yellows and goldPowdery rain leaves its Spring tell-tale signMicrogametophytes soon will be boldNew life will come forth, a touch of Divine. Before proud timbers can dress in their green,Preceding the show of floral delight,Teary eyes,...
by Robin | Oct 29, 2009 | Favorite things, Nature, Personal, Photos, Poetry
This morning I was entangled by silvery threads beaded in dew. Spun and woven and snowflake-unique, patterned and random and each a gossamer masterpiece. Delicate garland adorning iron tree, beauty softening hardened beast. Life-sustaining for one, life-taking for...
by Robin | Sep 18, 2008 | Favorite things, Kids, Nature, Personal, Photos, Poetry, Thematic Photographic
{{I'm at it again–be sure to click "The Stuff of Dreams and Nightmares" for MORE pictures of spiders in webs ~ Argiope aka writing spiders aka garden spiders.}} It is pure joy to my person when one of my children excitedly runs into the...