After this dull, grief-stricken Fall and Winter, I am in LOVE with Spring this year. It is so beautiful that it is almost enough to fill the void left from leaving the cottage, and all that I left there. This morning as I was sitting on the porch with my cylinders of sin, the FluffyB and my thoughts and I am enraptured over what I … Continue reading As Seen From The Porch
Calm be they sleep as infants’ slumbers! Pure as angel thoughts thy dreams! May ever joy this bright world numbers Shed o’er thee their mingled beams! Thomas Moore Irish Songwriter (1779-1852) CITATION Irish Blessings Continue reading Blessing for Sunday
My sister is the fourth generation of our family to own this old garden. GrandmaD say’s she remembers when she was young in the early 1920’s and she would visit her Aunt Jen, she says the gardens then were magnificent; the old climbing roses all lusty and intertwining up the giant trellis’, the “elephant turd” {as my mother so lovely referred to the mound that … Continue reading From Above In An Old Garden
on bended knee I beg the dark for what is yet to be when loss robs me of my heart with lies to block my eyes a truth in serenity awaits that embrace of shadows of the past and longings not yet seen of earthly delights; it hides within the quiet corners with dreams shot thru in the morning light magnolia memories embrace me within … Continue reading Magnolia Blooms
it just feels good to cry to lay my grief down and acknowledge from blue day sunshine that muddled path behind the hazy way ahead; quiet moments within released and wet my weary mind on bloodrooted walkways under long shadows down thru that swampy mill and up along the grey paved way underneath that sky but I cry for things which are lost for that … Continue reading somedays
by PaulaB 