late morning
on the tiny deck
behind my tiny cottage
surrounded by a tiny garden
sharing this tiny space
with a
delicate spider
perched upon
champagne dreams roses
petals flying
orange cat
stretched out
on
weathered deck
under a cloudy sky
sipping
warm coffee
with
coconut cream
reading
listening
taking it all in
happy to share this space
all of us knowing
life is good.
—-
exclusiveness in a garden is a mistake as great as it is in society.
– alfred austin
finding her religion
—
image credit: google images
it began with the random choice of my reindeer shirt
the obvious selection for a springy-summery day
i wore it on a visit to my daughter
as we sat in her yard
i saw something
out of the corner of my eye
i looked over
to see this guy standing there
looking at me
he must have seen me
out of the corner of his eye
i headed over to
the hidden and understated
hard to find
artisan oasis
known as
motawi tiles
where i came across this beautiful
handcrafted tile
and i knew
this was the one i was meant to own
all signs pointed me clearly in this direction.
—
“signs may be but the sympathies of nature with man.”
― charlotte brontë, jane eyre
the sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers,
but for the wide world’s joy.
– henry ward beecher
—
spring in ann arbor, mi
nor do i.
—-
a walk in gallup park, ann arbor, mi
“is the spring coming?” he said.
“what is it like?”…
“it is the sun shining on the rain
and the rain falling on the sunshine…”
― frances hodgson burnett, the secret garden
—
image credit: etsy.com
it was one of those march days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold:
when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.
– charles dickens
and so
we went to the sea
and it was
everything
and more
moving sun
calm waters
boats afloat
seals playing
fish tacos and ice cream
on the beach
and
friends
and
stories
and
water
and
shore
alive
with color
and
changing light
laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.
– victor hugo
‘neath bright blue sky
upon wide open fields of snow
with no end in sight
nothing to do
but to run and to play
on such
a fine
and lovely
winter’s day.
—
nature is an infinite sphere of which the center is everywhere
and the circumference nowhere.
– blaise pascal
even the fairies
have settled in
for a long
winter’s nap
still tucked in
covered
by
a soft
blanket of snow
with
just
a
lemon feather
and
a few
festive trappings
above
reminding us
of
the spring
below
and
yet
to come.
—
“perhaps I am a bear, or some hibernating animal underneath,
for the instinct to be half asleep all winter is so strong in me.”
– anne morrow lindbergh
