I’ve been away, and last night here in my village, in my garden, we arrived back in the late afternoon after a leisurely tour through my hometown, back the way we had come, but slower, stopping for a soup and sandwich at this little place I know and by late afternoon we had returned. It was another lovely August night and like all the finer … Continue reading Sleeping By The River
The days seem to come and go more quickly, breathlessly, and magic glides in on a morning breeze, and sometimes stays all day, into the evening, taking it in, enchanted by the light as it dances through the leaves. And yesterday, there was no politics, corruption, nor greed, no bad seeds, or otherwise. Nor desire for, I turned it all off, and on, and off … Continue reading Scenes From A Day In A Fey Light
last eve musing in the garden a little high a little low was i silent listening to tree frogs and cars the sounds of life that other village and time flickers through the trees taunting me cross the river hot summer days a teenage me longing to be set free now in the thick of it eyes closed a gentle breeze and twinkle lights here hidden … Continue reading twinkling lights of another august night
that breeze passed thru the leaves one to another telling stories for the rain washed away yesterday, gone with that wind, again {{ oOooomMm }} Continue reading as the wind thru trees
With these little bundles of cuteness is how I spent an afternoon last week, 5-week old Chihuahua puppies, are they not the heal-all for most of the trials and tribulations of the world? I think so. After yesterday and watching the news vids this morning of that treasonous scoundrel down yonder, I needed a shot of puppy power, thought maybe y’all too may need a … Continue reading Panacea
One of those that was supposed to be a short walk, but the air, the sunshine, the lure of the woods, drew me, farther and farther, and through to the old apple orchard. Here is what I saw. Continue reading Black Raspberries For Breakfast
i love bee bum and cannot lie ~ for my tummy i want your honey Continue reading bee on milkweed
That first spring here there was little more than Lily of the Valley, now a thriving river of greens runs along the house, and in the front grows Oregano, French Tarragon, and Chives with that trio of coneflowers, Nasturtiums, Snapdragons, and Tonka trucks. Out in the back upon that stone stoop, purple velvet pillow stained with walnuts welcomes me to rest me weary arse, after … Continue reading What A Garden Can Be
don’t get your knickers in a knot just you give your head a shake cause it’s not a box of chocolate it’s a deep, dark lake and you lose your muse in it but its ok it is a mutual mistake that anyone can make resting there against the brick soaking up the shade on this hot and humid day and all that glitters is … Continue reading so they say
Small, insignificant, at least in the grand scheme of things, every day something new does appear, like all of those little things and without them there would be no big things. Earlier, just after dawn breaks and I awake from that long, hot slumber, stumble to the kitchen and set the kettle to boil, when it whistles I let it sit for a few minutes … Continue reading “Of Daylight’s Dauphin, Dapple-Dawn-Drawn Falcon”, And Nasturtiums
it is soothing to stand in the rain on a hot day it is cleansing to stand with my back to the brick wall letting it wash away whatever it is liberating forgiving nourishing through me over me it is the sound of it on the sidewalk outside my door that drew me out Continue reading to stand in the rain
Wandering around down at the old apple orchard again yesterday with the shnoggin’ doggin’, we had a jolly ol’time, as we hadn’t been in a while. It’s the only place in the city I feel comfortable taking her, I’m not much of a dog park sort, and really neither is she. Certainly she’s mellowed over the last 5 years we’ve been here, but still, she … Continue reading What I Saw On A Walk At The Old Orchard
Hello, my name is Paula and I am a garden addict. 8-D … as such, I lurk in garden centres, looking for a fix. For example, at the recent annual Gathering On The Green, I bee-lined it over to the Horticultural tent, twice, coming back with delightful treasures bought dirt-cheap. The second time at half price. Oh, it was a hard-core gardeners dream, I was … Continue reading Zen Of A Garden
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