Focusing On Fleabane
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a pawn
fear lives with ignorance and entangled in that web lies a hidden chaos Continue reading a pawn
On Creating Woodlandia, And How You Can Too
Couple years ago I bought this stepping stone with DREAM printed on it. I’m a dreamer, and so it appealed to my tea towel in the windness. I think of a garden in that way, a place to dream, and so it seemed apropos. Once home I set it down in the soil, I prepared the ground where it would go, smoothed it all out, … Continue reading On Creating Woodlandia, And How You Can Too
The Order Of The Day
“Order and disorder’, said the speaker, ‘they each have their beauty.” Orson Scott Card, Speaker for the Dead submitted for the Weekly Photo Challenge \ Order Continue reading The Order Of The Day
it is
here underneath this Black Walnut Tree quietly watching sparrows take away Irish’s hair that i put among the Virginia Creeper last week enchanting me whilst i lean against that old gnarl admiring it all and the chartreuse is so bright it even shows up at night and shadows are only the absence of the bright and so i seek happy wherever i might; like pretty … Continue reading it is
Friend
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the last days of May
after work, Rose in hand, her wheels rolling down the sidewalk, with the afternoon sun illuminating my way a chartreuse stream, and Forget-Me-Nots (and how could you), the Homestead Ferns wave hello and Fred the Ficus his dark green leaves say ‘glad you’re home’. Continue reading the last days of May
at play with jane
moments with Jane are always a pleasure, i missed her joie de vivre submitted for The Weekly Photo Challenge / EVANESCENT Continue reading at play with jane
The Paradox Of American Identity
Change I find, when it comes, comes stealthily, quietly. It first appears in your dreams, and then it is you, and you it. With change, comes new people, new ways of looking at things, new ways of being. Yet, for me anyways, it always comes at a cost. And so I believed that the constant was me. So when I was reading a couple of … Continue reading The Paradox Of American Identity
Yeah, It Was That Him
Yes, I am stubborn. Just a moment ago I caught the reason I put the feeder back up, as a flash of red of the male cardinal caught my eye. In for an evening visit, and sang to me of the most wonderful things, not 7 feet from where I now sit. And as the rain falls softly out my open window, I suppose that … Continue reading Yeah, It Was That Him
An Iconic Beauty
It stands at the heart of this village within a city, with its high Victorian style and lofty spires reaching towards the sky, it cuts a grand presence. Built in 1899, locals refer to it as ‘The Normal School‘, as it was part of a movement at that time to ‘normalize’ the curriculum, and therefore a fleet of teachers was required. Basically, it’s one of … Continue reading An Iconic Beauty
Que Sera Sera, And How I Found Freeman Park
Ok, fine, I admit it, I went out and re-rigged the ribbon contraption thingy I devised, grabbed the little tree again and bent it over and wrapped the ribbon around, and hooked it up with the lanyard I’d tied to the other end. Took the b@stard all of 24 hours and there the birdfeeder lay, bottom part of the feeder completely off, in a heap … Continue reading Que Sera Sera, And How I Found Freeman Park
The Beauty Of Expected Things
So, it is down for good. I believe one of the weekend guests knocked the ol’noggin’ on it as they were finding their way back through the hedge to catch a cab. Confused I suppose by where my secret little doorway was and smashed through and made their own. As I was sitting on the stoop the next morning, with my head slamming out some … Continue reading The Beauty Of Expected Things
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