Mornings hold promises – maybe a fresh beginning, a change in the weather, or a new opportunity to learn something new, or meet someone new, or perhaps the very blessing of getting to wake up. The coffee in hand, next stop is my little stoop for my morning cylinder of sin. Once java’d up and awake, Irish begins her morning dance…the dance leads out the … Continue reading Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning
Not so long ago I was beginning to wonder if this day would ever come – it seemed so elusive. I’d reach for it, but it would be merely an illusion. I dreamed of it, I longed for it, I prayed for it, but still it refused to appear. As the prompt suggests, its like for these long months I have been waiting to exhale. I’ve … Continue reading Daily Prompt: Exhale
As a new writer who’s now working full-time, if not for the Daily Prompt this space would be a ghost town. I’ve found it difficult lately to find something worthy of blogging about. Then, if I have something to post, finding the peace and quiet to actually write it can be a challenge. Whether via the Daily Prompt or the Weekly Photo Challenge, I am … Continue reading On Prompts & Writing
My days have shifted, and I’m currently working afternoons. I’m a morning person, therefore I find myself restless; to the benefit of Irish who gets her walk in the morning instead of the evening. Yesterday my world was covered in a mist of fog, creating a soft morning light. Irish and I hadn’t been out for a walk in the morning in ages, since probably … Continue reading In the Misty Morning Light
The following photographs defy words. Simply Gorgeous. Sunset at the Parthenon and a “Hi Ho Silver” Moon – Athens part 2. Continue reading Sunset at the Parthenon and a “Hi Ho Silver” Moon – Athens part 2
AT VERONA by Oscar Wilde HOW steep the stairs within Kings’ houses are For exile-wearied feet as mine to tread, And O how salt and bitter is the bread Which falls from this Hound’s table,–better far That I had died in the red ways of war, Or that the gate of Florence bare my head, Than to live thus, by all things comraded Which seek … Continue reading Oscar Wilde | At Verona
I was recently wondering, and not for the first time, where I would be now if I had not met Tim. Back on that Thursday, October 3rd of 2008, what would be different now? At the time I was a sad, lonely cat and wondering which way to turn. I did not like what I was doing any longer, much as I LOVED the people … Continue reading Rising Out of the Mist of Yesterday
I love them. I remember when I walked into the store and found them, sitting there on the shelf, whispering “take me home“. I couldn’t resist. I wore them to work a couple of days ago and I had not wore them in years (not much call for funky cork wedge shoes in the bush). It felt FANTASTIC walking around in them, not the least … Continue reading These Shoes Were Made for Me
This Church is our local Presbyterian. The corner stone was laid in 1889 and the first service was held that December. These photos are taken approximately a mile apart. One from the meadow I walk in and where I took the Carefree Doggy shots, and the other from the community trail from the other side. Inspired by the Weekly Photo Challenge: Focus Continue reading Weekly Photo Challenge: Focus
in the rare moon light that blue reflection of me is just a shadow …inspired by Daily Prompt: The Full Moon Continue reading Blue Moon
I don’t often let Irish off leash, since she has proven in the past to be rather deaf when I call her back. I took a chance yesterday, and she has learned to listen…plus she LOVES this spot and I know that soon enough we’ll be in the city and she won’t have access to such a beautiful and secluded spot. It’s a huge open … Continue reading Carefree Doggy
IN TIME OF SILVER RAIN by Langston Hughes In time of silver rain The earth puts forth new life again, Green grasses grow And flowers lift their heads, And over all the plain The wonder spreads Of Life, Of Life, Of life! In time of silver rain The butterflies lift silken wings To catch a rainbow cry, And trees put forth new leaves to sing … Continue reading Poets on Sunday | Langston Hughes
I walk past this farm on my short block walk. The family who owns it have farmed here for decades. It now sits at the edge of a new subdivision, and so I very much enjoy this part of the walk, as it offers a small glimpse into this villages past. A secret little grove in the trees – the red bits you see are … Continue reading Meanderings of August
by PaulaB 