Susan D. Harris

Spring whispers its return through muddy puddles and velvety moss, inviting us to live more deeply.

Every year, a California town celebrates an old mission and the cliff swallows that migrate to nest there.

Sometimes, the past finds us in the most unexpected ways—through a song, a memory, or an old Victrola.

The season wouldn’t be the same without Shiny Brite glass bulbs.