One life. Tandem journeys. God breathed.
Mary's zinnias. Vibrant bursts of color that bordered the garden. On these still chilly days of springtime it's nice close my eyes and remember... The warm summer winds rushing through the cornfields on the farm. A peaceful sound I'll never forget. I could sit there for hours. Still and silent in the midst of the... Continue Reading →
A blustery spring wind blew outside my window. Waking me before the sound of my alarm. Just before sunrise. Some cream in my coffee and I readied for the day. Looking for warmth I reached for my thick, knitted scarf. The one with the knobby, textured baubles. The one that's perfect for keeping out the... Continue Reading →
Spring. It is a time of transition. A waiting period. Pending the presence of tiny green shoots. Pushing up slowly through the damp, rich earth. Their emergence - a promise of seasonal riches. Weather sweeps and swells. Yesterday's warmth beckoned me outside. Clearing garden beds. Planting pansies. Their sweet butterscotch faces bracing for the chill, wrapped... Continue Reading →
Night falls earlier now. The days are getting shorter. And I've seen juncos in the yard. At our house, we fondly refer to them as 'snow birds'. Because every time they show up, snow is soon to follow : ) Another cold front is making its way in this evening. Emma is busy wrapping up... Continue Reading →
I was sitting outside in a little patio area. The auto dealership had recently carved it out for waiting customers. A lovely little landscaped space with rock walls and roses. A blue-sky day, the mid-morning sun was radiant and warm. Purple and fragrant, the spikes of salvia stretched eagerly upward. Floral invitations extended to neighborhood... Continue Reading →
Sitting upstairs, the rain falls steady on the roof. I love that sound. It's one of my favorite things to hear. Early the other morning, I awoke slowly to thunder rumbling low in the distance. I snuggled deep under the covers, my cats warm at the foot of my bed. Quietly purring. The raindrops rhythmic... Continue Reading →
It was a bit past eight in the evening and I was poised near the window. Crouched down, peering past the sill. On these early spring nights, I look out at the horizon and across the water. Watching for wing-beats shadowy over the surface. And then, like clockwork they arrive. 8:23 p.m. The pair of... Continue Reading →
Attraversiamo. Do you remember that beautiful, closing scene from the film "Eat, Pray, Love"? Finally abandoning fear. Relinquishing the what ifs. Resting peacefully in the now and embracing the unknown. Liz had found her word, and was ready to embrace it. Attraversiamo ~ an Italian word, meaning "Let's cross over". Standing in the sunset on that beautiful beach in Bali, she was... Continue Reading →
It all started with "This Old House" on PBS back in the '80s. Then it was YouTube. You could find anything, there. Now, there's even a DIY network. And the dreamer's favorite "do-it-yourself" destination... Pinterest. The notion that we can take on these tasks that we watch the pros do with ease. Just grab a few tools, a... Continue Reading →
From the time she was small she always saw wishes... My sweet Louise. The tiniest little glories amazed her. She was fascinated with life in all its multitude of forms. Emma collected stones and shells. She explored the worlds beneath the rocks and leaves. There is a great reverence and respect for small things, in her heart.... Continue Reading →
It just keeps coming. The rain. Unceasing on the radar. They're predicting two to four inches in the next 48 hours. Flood watches are pending as waterways, creeks, and rivers rise. Days and days of moisture descending from the sky as it opens long and wide above. Real possibility for quiet time. Hours for pondering life. … I close... Continue Reading →
She was curled up in the big, over-sized chair. The cats were at her feet, warm and contentedly purring. How nice it was to see her relaxing and stitching again ~ my sweet Louise. When she paused to see what I was doing in the kitchen she asked, "What are those white marks across the... Continue Reading →
My Sweet Louise 