A Spring Ball

A Spring Ball

“I am ready!” the woodland quietly whispers. She coyly turns her sun-dappled crown. Revealing her translucent, dancing, slippers And her spring-ball, lilac, gown.   There is always something magical about a bluebell wood. Perhaps because the charming flowers are so temporary, so delicate, so dependent on the season? or perhaps because they are a signal of the […]

Good Sir, Shall We Dance?

Good Sir, Shall We Dance?

Good Sir, shall we dance? I said with a glance. In the shade of that age-old tree.   His big strong arms And his genuine charms, Held a power for all comers to see.   His canopy wide, Yet deep roots, he did hide, As we obey the etiquette of ancient court   We swayed […]

A Spring Ball

A Spring Ball

“I am ready!” the woodland quietly whispers. She coyly turns her sun-dappled crown. Revealing her translucent, dancing, slippers And her spring-ball, lilac, gown.   There is always something magical about a bluebell wood. Perhaps because the charming flowers are so temporary, so delicate, so dependent on the season? or perhaps because they are a signal of the […]

Will He Find the Glass Slipper?

Will He Find the Glass Slipper?

Eddie Garcia was a ski instructor and worked maintenance in Teton National Park and that’s all she knew about him, except he taught her to dance the two-step. Jackson Wyoming is a cowboy town. The town square is entered by one of four arches made entirely of elk horns. In the local shops a whole cowboy outfit [...]

A Spring Ball

A Spring Ball

“I am ready!” the woodland quietly whispers. She coyly turns her sun-dappled crown. Revealing her translucent, dancing, slippers And her spring-ball, lilac, gown.   There is always something magical about a bluebell wood. Perhaps because the charming flowers are so temporary, so delicate, so dependent on the season? or perhaps because they are a signal of the [...]