Thursday, March 31, 2016

Spring Rain



The world is wet today
luxurious, damp, drenched
drops hug the leaves,
anoint the still budded lilac blossoms
before their blooming
rich purple and plum
made richer by their watery skin
New leaves under the weight
droplets heavy, hanging
bowing the white pine needles
undersides exposed to drink
drink in the morning
hushed in the rain
temperature near the dewpoint
sprouts of just planted flowers
eager from the parched soil
new puddles bloom too
on the ground, the driveway
collect and gather
without the smell of summer rain yet
tears splash and spread
silent shimmers, heralds, messengers
in the spring rain.
~A Spring Rain : Raymond J. Foss

Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Monday, March 28, 2016

Rabbit Tails

We've noticed an abundance of wild rabbits hopping around the garden this Spring.
Some years they are a scarcity, but this year we seem to be sharing our plot with mama and baby rabbits galore.
Of course there's a daddy rabbit somewhere close by, but he seems to be a travelling man.

'Once upon a time there were four little rabbits and their names were Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail and Peter.
They lived with their mother in a sandbank, underneath the root of a very big fir tree.'

~ Beatrix Potter :The Tale of Peter Rabbit

Thursday, March 24, 2016

A Visit With The Easter Bunny


Don’t put all of your eggs in one basket.
Walk softly and carry a big carrot.
Everyone needs a friend who is all ears.
There’s no such thing as too much candy.
All work and no play can make you a basket case.
A cute little tail attracts a lot of attention.
Everyone is entitled to a bad hare day.
Let happy thoughts multiply like rabbits.
Some body parts should be floppy.
Keep your paws off other people’s jellybeans.
Good things come in small sugar-coated packages.
The grass is always greener in someone else’s basket.
An Easter bonnet can tame even the wildest hare.
To show your true colors – you have to come out of your shell.
The best things in life are still sweet and gooey.

~ Author Unknown


  Wishing you  A Happy Easter dear friends ...

Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Home Sweet Home

I left home in the depths of Winter, not under my own steam, I might add...
Now,  under the seasonal promise of new beginnings and rebirth, I have returned home just in time for Spring flowers and blue skies.
Thank you for all of your words of encouragement and kind wishes.. I have lots more work to do , before I'm walking on both legs once again.
I'm prepared for the road ahead, my spirit is renewed and my heart is happy.

"Home, the spot of earth supremely blest,
A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest. "

~ Robert Montgomery

Sunday, March 20, 2016

The Year's At The Spring

The year's at the Spring,
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in his Heaven -
All's right with the world ! "

Robert Browning ; The Year's at the Spring.




Flowers are budding
Birds are nesting
Bunnies are hopping
Frogs are croaking


Friday, March 18, 2016


I used to walk these paths in my homeland, I knew every nook and cranny.
Nowadays, it's all about driving everywhere, we miss out on so much life around us.
I think of this Beatrix Potter quote often, and smile.

“Thank God I have the seeing eye, that is to say, as I lie in bed I can walk step by step on the fells and rough land seeing every stone and flower and patch of bog and cotton pass where my old legs will never take me again.”  
~Beatrix Potter

Monday, March 14, 2016

Color Comes To Town

I know that spring is upon us, when the Redbud trees start giving out their beautiful pink buds.
The redbud is a tree that is valued far more than its small size might suggest. This lovely harbinger of spring has been called “a breath of fresh air after a long winter” and no less than “one of our most beautiful native trees” writes tree expert Michael Dirr, of The Arbor Day Foundation.

It is hard to express adequately the miracle of a tree that had branches so bare all through winter suddenly go from stark brown to magenta.
But there she is again, emerging from her own winter of storms, freeze, winds, and drought, still standing, still surviving, still blooming, still giving.

"For winter's rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sins;
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remembered is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins."

~ Algernon Charles Swinburne, Atalanta in Calydon

Saturday, March 12, 2016

Out Of Sight, But Not Out Of MInd

I can't wait to touch these little pink toes once again.

Monday, March 7, 2016

Plodding Along

Just a little update on my recovery......
I'm still confined to the rehab center, so sadly not home yet.
My days are filled with therapies, physical, occupational, and respiratory, phew.
I'm still on non-weight bearing status, so not much progress on returning to walking yet.
I feel blessed to have such caring individuals involved with my daily routine, especially the ones who keep me supplied with cups of hot tea.
Thank you for all of the encouraging well-wishes, they truly brighten my day.

Saturday, March 5, 2016

Springing To Life

We made a return visit to the surgeon's office this week, in the big city of Nashville.
It's a bustling, vibrant city, full of all that cities have to offer, and the ever present feel of Country Music.

The home of President Andrew Jackson lies within view along my route, the fields are green with new growth, and the surrounding farms are home to flocks of new Spring lambs.
Is there anything sweeter, than a field of Spring lambs prancing about their mothers.

Young Lambs

The spring is coming by a many signs;
The trays are up, the hedges broken down
That fenced the haystack, and the remnant shines
Like some old antique fragment weathered brown.
And where suns peep, in every sheltered place,
The little early buttercups unfold
A glittering star or two - till many trace
The edges of the blackthorn clumps in gold.
And then a little lamb bolts up behind
The hill, and wags his tail to meet the yoe;
And then another, sheltered from the wind,
Lies all his length as dead - and lets me go
Close by, and never stirs, but basking lies,
With legs stretched out as though he could not rise.

~John Clare

Thursday, March 3, 2016

Spring Thoughts

Surely we are getting closer....
The Robins are in abundance, busily pulling the earthworms from the moist soil, the nests are getting feathered, the Pussy Willow buds are awaking.
Daffodils are waving their sleepy heads in the noon day sun.
Not long now.

"No matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow."
~ Proverb from Guinea