Shoot to Bloom

Seeds seem to me to be at the heart of the wild creativity in nature. They spiral, spin, swivel, float on fluff. They're barbed and they scissor, snare, stick, ferret, and burrow, holding live that's in limbo, sometimes within lush fruit. -Susan G Wooldridge

My Portfolio

Tiller wondered what it would be like not to have trees and creeks and barns, and what it would be like never to have been rocked. (from Ruby Holler by Sharon Creech)

28” Feathers!

28” Feathers!

Then one day the boy came to the tree and the tree said, “Come, Boy, come and climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and eat apples and play in my shade and be happy.” (from The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein)

Shade And Solitude

Shade And Solitude

Now the trouble about trying to make yourself stupider than you really are is that you very often succeed. (from The Magician’s Nephew by C S Lewis)

Time Magician

Time Magician

“Look, if I picked up a sword right now, Ron, and ran you through with it, it wouldn’t damage your soul at all.”

“Which would be a real comfort to me, I’m sure,” said Ron. Harry laughed.

“It should be, actually! But my point is that whatever happens to your body, your soul will survive, untouched,” said Hermione. (from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows by J.K. Rowling)

Expanding Death Cap

Expanding Death Cap

Moderation means at the party not having twenty cookies, and not having zero cookies, but having just enough cookies. (from Christmas Cookies: Bite-Size Holiday Lessons by Amy Krouse Rosenthal)

Hanging Hot

Hanging Hot

He told Ruby most people were like lemon drops, sour and sweet together. (from Love, Ruby Lavender by Deborah Wiles)

White Drops

White Drops

It is surprising all the things you remember just by eating a blackberry pie. (from Walk Two Moons by Sharon Creech)

Berry Whip

Berry Whip

You know, Spoon–I wonder if you realize just how lucky you are. Your friends will never know the joy of diving headfirst into a bowl of ice cream. They’ll never know what it feels like to clink against the side of a cereal bowl. They’ll never be able to twirl around in a mug, or relax in a hot cup of tea. (from Spoon by Amy Krouse Rosenthal)