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Sunday, May 24, 2015

Lest We Forget

They fell, but o'er their glorious grave
Floats free the banner of the cause they died to save.

~Francis Marion Crawford



Dedicated to our American service men and women, without whose service and unselfish commitment our lives would be forever changed.

For those who have sacrificed and brought us freedom in this great country.
" A Huge and sincere Thank You "

Friday, May 22, 2015

In The Garden

Enjoying blue skies and sunshine.
Will return soon, hoping your day is just as lovely.
 
















 
 

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Heaven Scent

The wild Honeysuckle is in bloom.
Its sweet scent floating across the meadow..
Intoxicatingly delicious.
 
 
 
 
 Memories of warm days in May, as a child sucking the sweet nectar.
Innocence and childhood going hand in hand.
 
 


So doth the woodbine the sweet honeysuckle
Gently entwist. The female ivy so
Enrings the barky fingers of the elm.
Oh, how I love thee! How I dote on thee!
~ Shakespeare's A Midsummers Night Dream
 
 

Thursday, May 14, 2015

Sweet Wild Rose

 



 My Wild Rose.

I had a garden, which I kept
With busy hands and tender care;
And once, while carelessly I slept,
Fanned softly by the drowsy air,
A wild rose to my garden crept,
And blossomed there.

O, sweet surprise. It seemed to me,
Some fair hand, my heart to bless,
Had brought it there, from wood or lee.
It came unsought 'twas loved no less;
I stooped and touched it tenderly,
With soft caress.

I grew to love it passing well;
While strange exotics, rich and rare,
With heart of gold and crimson bell,
Paid grudgingly for constant care,
My wild rose, as in a woodland dell,
Bloomed fresh and fair.

I watered not, I did not prune,
I tied it not with cord or thong;
Yet, morn by morn and noon by noon,
Through days of summer, hot and long,
And underneath the midnight moon,
From branches strong.

Hung clustered blossoms sweet and red;
And day by day and week by week,
I trod the path which toward it lead.
Whate'er my mood. I did not speak,
But close against bowed my head
And pressed my cheek.

I think of it with sudden thrill.
Now wide lands lie, deep water flows,
Smiles many a vale, looms many a hill
Between me and the garden-close;
Yet fondly I remember still
My sweet wild rose.

~ Ellen P. Allerton. Walls of Corn and Other

 

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Simple Pleasures

Oftentimes, it pays to wait.
The sweetest of the season are now ripe for the picking ........
Summer strawberries
 
 


Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Me And My Shadow

Never but a few feet apart.
Tom-Tilly shadows Oliver, all day long.
 



Monday, May 11, 2015

Nature's Living Lanterns

We seem to have left Spring behind, and moved right into Summer.
Hot days in the eighties and nineties, and no rain for going on three weeks.
Not the most ideal conditions for those early Spring gardens.
 
 


We sat on the porch after dark discussing the extreme weather the entire country is experiencing. Snow, floods, tornadoes, droughts, my heart goes out to the folks affected by these disasters.

As we pondered the answers I noticed a tiny twinkling light nestled in the tree line, and then another, and several more......
The Lightning Bugs have returned !
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Most people know about Lightning Bugs, cute little flying beetles with bottoms that light up at dusk to facilitate one task all life forms are driven to accomplish – reproduction.
In Middle Tennessee, our Lightning Bugs come out once the sun is well below the horizon and produce a bright yellow green light that blinks on and off in the gathering night.
In the coming few weeks the darkness of the woods will be lit by the twinkling lights and mating rituals of the Lightning Bugs, or Fireflies as known to non-Southerners, meeting and creating beautiful luminescence together.

Close your eyes and think back to the long hot summers of childhood.
Playing outside until late in the evening, sitting on the front porch eating ice-cold watermelon slices, listening to the crickets chirp, and the tree frogs sing.
Remember catching Lightning Bugs and keeping them in a Mason jar ?
They glowed beside you all night long sitting on your night table....
Innocence and childhood going hand in hand.

The magic has returned....

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

An Iris Blessing


Springtime in Tennessee
Our Iris have finally made an appearance.
 



The Tennessee State Flower


May your blooms be floriferous and in good form,
Distinctive, with good substance, flare, and airborne,
With standards and falls that endure, never torn.
May you display many buds and blooms sublime,
In graceful proportion on strong stalks each day,
Gently floating above the fans and the fray.
May you too reach toward the moon and stars,
Bloom after bloom, many seasons in the sun,
Enjoying your life, health, and each loved one,
Until your 'living days are artfully done.

~ Georgia Gudykunst

 

Sunday, May 3, 2015

Golden Meadows

Drive along any country road in Middle Tennessee during the month of May, and you can't help but notice the fields are covered in yellow flowers.
The Meadow Buttercup (Ranunculus acris) is gathered for its annual parade, it's bright, waxy petals, waving in the spring breezes for all who care to enjoy.



 
 
 
 


 


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 All photos taken at my daughter's homestead.

Saturday, May 2, 2015

Sugar And Spice and Everything Nice

Image courtesy of BBC.co.uk

Prince William's wife, Kate, ( Duchess of Cambridge ) has given birth to a healthy baby girl , a child now fourth in line to the British throne.
 
The Royal heir was born Saturday, after a brief labor.
The birth announcement, via a press release from Kensington Palace, said the princess was born at 08:34BST and weighed 8lbs 3oz.
Her name has not yet been disclosed, I'm keeping my fingers crossed it will be Elizabeth, my fourth generation namesake.

After less than a ten hour stay, the royal couple and their daughter left London's St Mary's Hospital for Kensington Palace - but not before the world got its first brief glimpse of the new royal baby.
She's a little 'corker'.*

We share in the celebration and well-wishes, of this exciting news.

 * Corker : In Britain means someone or something that is extra special.

Friday, May 1, 2015

The Merry Month Of May

"It was the month of May, the month when the foliage of herbs and trees is most freshly green, when buds ripened and blossoms appear in their fragrance and loveliness.
And the month when lovers, subject to the same force which reawakens the plants, feel their hearts open again, recall past trysts and past vows, and moments of tenderness, and yearn for a renewal of the magical awareness which is love."

~ Sir Thomas Malory, La Morte d'Arthur
 
 





 
 
 


 
 
   
 
 
 

   

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

A Walk In The Woods


Now is the time of the illuminated woods.......
when every leaf glows like a tiny lamp.

~ John Burroughs
 

 
 
 
 


 



 
 
 

  Oak trees come out of acorns, no matter how unlikely that seems.
An acorn is just a tree's way back into the ground.
For another try.
Another trip through.
One life for another.

~Shirley Ann Guann