Wednesday, May 16, 2012

My favorite time of day...

The sun shines through the trees. The day is still bright but it has lost its warmth. The cool breeze of the afternoon rustles the leaves on the trees - one of my favorite sounds. The trees sway, the leaves chatter, and the robins call to one another - like a call to prayer.

I wonder what they sing about. Do they sing to bid the day farewell? Perhaps it is a song of gratitude...

Sunday, May 6, 2012

Mister Lincoln...



I glance over at the petals from Mister Lincoln. I have anthromorphized him over the last few days. Posted his life progress in picture format on Instagram and Facebook.

From the moment his bright red petals caught my eye and my nose picked up the delicate scent - I knew this rose was a Mister Lincoln. The first of the season. And since catching my eye a week ago, I have been keeping company with Mister Lincoln.


Sitting in the vase next to me, I couldn't ignore him. His smell so sweet, his color so vibrant. I took in his beauty, I watched him change, and with each change came another level of beauty.


Each unfolding petal changed the shape of his silloutte. He grew bigger, fuller and more symetrical. The soft delicate fragrance deepened and filled the room with an unmistakeable scent of roses.


Yesterday, it was clear that Mister Lincoln had reached the end of his life cycle. I placed him outside to share his pollen with the bees and let the sun begin to dry his petals.


After the time we spent together I couldn't just place him in the yard waste bin. His initial beauty is gone - but his scent remains. I've decided to make a bead from his petals.


Our journey reminds me that life is about change, whether I like it or not, but in a gentler more beautiful way. I am left with a delicate rose bead, a pearl of wisdom, if you will.

Sunday, April 29, 2012

A test...maybe an orange iris...

This is only a test... If it were easy I would have posted weeks ago with my new iPad, but it is not. The words were not the problem, but uploading pics was and might still be. And considering the title of my blog - pics are a must. So, I'll publish this and see what I get - it is a crap shoot really, because I can't see the pic I attached to this post - it should be a beautiful orange iris..

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Friday, March 30, 2012

One gate. Red gate...

One gate... 

    Red gate...

Two gate...


Blue gate...


 I am drawn into the foyer of a front yard. 
A private entrace into the house.
A space to greet friends.
A place to remove shoes.
An outdoor room to revel in a summer nite.


Friday, March 9, 2012

A small book...

     
     
Paper rolls, sections of ribbon, and a piece of twine...

Immagination, scraps of paper, and a little time...
  
Leaves you with a small book of magical travel vignettes.


Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Where's the post?


Where's the post been? In my dreams. A lack of dreamless sleep leads to a lack of creative thoughts. I am awake with Newton. Poor Newton. He was given his third strike last week (urinary blockage). After having surgery to remove the last external male attribute he had - he is restless. He seems more concerned about the shaved area on his front leg and his rear paw. I thought he would be looking for his lost member. Nope. I take the cone off so he can eat and do a little self-cleaning (above the waist). He goes after his leg and paw with vigor - to me he seems agitated as if he was given a bad haircut. He is a handsome cat - so everyone tells him. I think it went to his head. No worries Newton - the hair will grow back.