The weavings of Teresa Lanceta
Wildflowers in my garden.Every few days something colorful and magical appears in shape and form.An endless kaleidascope of gifts from Mother Earth.
Ah, Bruce — wonderful images!
Hungry for evidence of solitude and play... A lovely, meaningfully poetic essay. ❤️
Wildflowers in my garden.Every few days something colorful and magical appears in shape and form.An endless kaleidascope of gifts from Mother Earth.
Ah, Bruce — wonderful images!
Hungry for evidence of solitude and play... A lovely, meaningfully poetic essay. ❤️