By Laurel Droz
These days I notice dragonflies.
They flit softly, urgently through blue sumer skies, arriving unexpectedly and alighting someplace warm. Wings stretch toward the June sun and refract light like stained glass on God’s smallest church window. Read more
A brief but shining life: Baby’s ‘summer of being’ celebrated with joy and dragonflies
By Laurel Droz
These days I notice dragonflies.
They flit softly, urgently through blue sumer skies, arriving unexpectedly and alighting someplace warm. Wings stretch toward the June sun and refract light like stained glass on God’s smallest church window. Read more