The Arrow and the Song | Longfellow
I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I know not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I know not where; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song? Long, long afterwards, in an … Continue reading The Arrow and the Song | Longfellow
Views From The Secret Garden
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Wandering the Wilds of London
After spending some quality time with a broom and mop, we ventured out. Her on the pink cotton leash, me in my ugly hiking sandals. With no particular direction in mind, I turned left, or right, purely by accident, or design. Left, right, left, right we wandered the city streets and pathways of Downtown London. We found little neighbourhoods tucked away in secret places, and … Continue reading Wandering the Wilds of London
Time in the Garden
In gardening, as in many things, there is a lingo, and one must strive to understand and imprint to memory certain terminologies. Tis not my forté, and therefore I struggle. I have a particular tendency to grasp onto my own unique lingo, and thus come off as an astounding moron in relation to topics I am actually quite versed on. For instance, take Determinate and … Continue reading Time in the Garden
The Outdoor Room
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Fundamental Foundations
I’ve learned over the years, the hard way, that beginning with a new garden one must think the long term. Where are YOU going to be five years from now? Where are you going to be next spring? What do you like to do in your spare time? Do you have spare time? This garden I am privileged to live within, is part of a … Continue reading Fundamental Foundations
On Creating a Garden
To establish a garden, one must sit with it, and quietly listen to what it wants to be. Over days, weeks, months ideally, it will open up to you. Through this quiet time spent in its presence, you will know what must be done. Through the fall, winter, spring, and on into summer, one may even gain a deeper understanding of it all, and perhaps learn how … Continue reading On Creating a Garden
You Are Invited
You are cordially invited to a new blog I just began. Decided to take part this month in the Writing 101 WordPress is offering via their Blogging University series. For some time now I’ve felt this desire to move forward in my writing, but in what way exactly I was uncertain. I realized that I was allowing the uncertainty to hinder me, and maybe I … Continue reading You Are Invited
A Village Aglow
Yesterday was perfect – in every way possible. Perfect. Not too hot, not to cool. A beautiful breeze moved throughout my little abode, brushing away the winter woes. Freshly laundered bed linens hung on Grandma’s wooden cloths dryer all afternoon, soaking in the day. Last night I slumbered upon dreams of fresh summer days, and the scent of sunshine. Continue reading A Village Aglow
The Gnarl of Beauty in its new home
It was just one thousand, four hundred and seventy-five days. That’s all there were. Just now, whilst re-arranging my closet, I came across another reminder of those last days of Tim’s life. Some sort of bed liners that the palliative Nurse had given us, and for some insane reason I’d saved the stupid things. Crazy really, but I suppose it’s my Grandma in me not wanting stuff … Continue reading The Gnarl of Beauty in its new home
Weekly Photo Challenge | Split Second Story
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Poets On Sunday: Thomas Carlyle
To-Day So here hath been dawning Another blue day; Think will thou let it Slip useless away? Out of Eternity This new day is born. Into Eternity At night will return. Behold it aforetime No eye never did So soon it forever From all eyes is hid. Here hath been dawning Another blue day; Think, will thou let it Slip useless away? by Thomas Carlyle … Continue reading Poets On Sunday: Thomas Carlyle
Walking Past Memories
Life has a way of pushing you to face things you had thought too painful to face. Sunday was supposed to be my gardening day, however, I was stood up, this time though by a friend. He was supposed to come over and help me haul bags of dirt back here so I could get my raised veggie/herb garden started – he never showed. Not … Continue reading Walking Past Memories
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