If I were to wish for anything, I should not wish for wealth and power, but for the passionate sense of the potential, for the eye which, ever young and ardent, sees the possible. Pleasure disappoints, possibility never. And what wine is so sparkling, what so fragrant, what so intoxicating, as possibility!

After lived in Florida for so many years, I did not want to go back to the ocean view. I enjoy mountains and change of a seasons more than salt water and hot sun, but the thought about looking at the cliff coast is still excites me. Luckily, there is The Calvert Cliffs State Park just in 1 ½ hours’ drive away.

Skippers differ from the true butterflies in their proportionately larger bodies, smaller wings, and hooked antennae, among many other structural differences, and can be confused with the moths. These smallish butterflies earns their common Skippers name for their jerky, skipping flight as they wing their erratic way from flower to flower. 

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My words rained over you, stroking you.
A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.
I go so far as to think that you own the universe.
I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells,
dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.

Spring is when you feel warm sunlight on your skin, listen to the wind and birds chattering. It is the most relaxing and happiest time of the year. When you have spent last 8 years in Florida, where four seasons are warm, medium hot, super-hot and sizzling hurricane-season, you become more appreciative of “normal” four seasons. I am not going to hide it from you; I am excited to be back in the climate where I have all gorgeous and necessary periods of the year. Hot summer, gold autumn. Especially spring, when every tree and flower waking up from white and sparkle winter. This period of the year when trees that look ugly and plain during the winter, blooms in the most beautiful and amazing way. 

The beauty of living in the single-family house is that you have your own little piece of land, and it is up to you want to do with it: a beautiful garden, an active place for kids, or maybe a peaceful patio. Having years of experience of growing crops and trees in Russia helped me grow roses and fruit trees in my backyard in Florida. So, the first thing I did after moving in the new house in Virginia was taking a close look at the new backyard in search of the planting opportunities, and I have found quite a few of them that are interesting and cute.