The toyon berries are ripe; the rye grass, mustard, and fennel are sprouting on the hillsides past the live oak
The toyon berries are ripe; the rye grass, mustard, and fennel are sprouting on the hillsides past the live oak
écrire en liberté
Digital Artist
Musings through the journey of writing my first novel
Milly Schmidt
writing, writers, & worlds (of my own making)
of Faith, Fantasy, and the Fantastical
Uncovered Myself One Pound at a Time; Discovering Myself One Day at a Time
Writing and life. Life and writing.
Where's my gear?
A Study In Silver 