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Monday, May 29, 2017

Lest We Forget


"Your silent tents of green We deck with fragrant flowers;
Yours has the suffering been, The memory shall be ours."

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Memorial Day: Arlington National Cemetery
 

 
 
They went with songs to the battle, they were young.
Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.
 
~ Laurence Binyon: For the Fallen 1914

God Bless  all the service men and women, without whose unselfish commitment, our lives would be forever changed.
 

 

Friday, May 26, 2017

Dinner Guest

We had an unexpected dinner guest last night, at Oliver's invitation.
*sigh*
 
 







Thursday, May 25, 2017

Tea Time



A Cup of Tea

When the world is all at odds
And the mind is all at sea
Then cease the useless tedium
And brew a cup of tea.

There is magic in its' fragrance,
There is solace in its' taste;
And then laden moments vanish
Somehow into space.

And the world becomes a lovely thing!
There's beauty as you'll see;
All because you briefly stopped
To brew a cup of tea.


J. Jonker, Amsterdam,

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

You'll Never Walk Alone



I read and re-read this post written by a fellow blogger from Yorkshire, England. It bought me to tears.
It encapsulates all there is to know and understand about the people of Manchester, and the everyday lives of people living or born in the north of England.
My home shares the same county as Manchester, my heart breaks for those innocent lives so senselessly lost.
http://beefgravy.blogspot.com/2017/05/manchester.html

Monday, May 22, 2017

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 Poems 1894

Saturday, May 20, 2017

Under The Weather

We've been under blue skies and sunshine today. Ninety degrees, and when it's that hot in Spring we are usually facing thunderstorms before the day is through.
True to form, as I'm typing, dark clouds have now moved in, blustery winds are whipping the trees, and a National Weather alert is blasting across the television. for our area and surrounding counties.
Hoping wherever you call home, all is all calm.







 

Friday, May 19, 2017

Gingerness


 
I have felt cats rubbing their faces against mine and touching my cheek with claws carefully sheathed.
These things, to me, are expressions of love.

~ James Herriot
 

Thursday, May 18, 2017

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
 

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Porch Days

Incredible blue skies and sunshine today. Lots of the stuff, it surely feels like we are in the midst of summer with this 90 degree heat.
True to form, my dearest decides to landscape, in this blazing sun, he tolerates the extreme Southern heat and humidity much more than I do.
Norseman's blood runs through my veins, after the temperature rises above 80 degrees I'm wilted like a head of week-old lettuce.
I do very well cleaning off the porches, with a little shade overhead, so with my trusty feline companions by my side, I'm scrubbing tables, and chairs, and being the cold water-runner, when I see the gardener flailing.

 

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Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Blue

Two of my favorite things........
English transferware and castles.
Royal Homes of Britain
Windsor Castle, Tower of London, Balmoral Castle.
 

Sunday, May 14, 2017

Nature's Living Lanterns



We enjoyed sitting on the porch in the cool evening air last night, discussing our day, and our plans for the upcoming week ahead.
In the darkness of the woods I noticed a tiny twinkling light nestled in the tree line, and then another, and several more......
The Lightning Bugs have returned !
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....

Saturday, May 13, 2017

To All Of Our Wonderful Mothers

This post is dedicated to all of our wonderful mothers, without whose unselfish, love and devotion, our lives would be forever changed.
A "Happy Mother's Day", I hope your day is filled with much loveliness.

"A Mother holds her children's hands for a while.......their hearts forever."
 



You Were There

You were there when we took our first steps,
And went unsteadily across the floor.
You pushed and prodded: encouraged and guided,
Until our steps took us out the door...

You worry now "Are they ok?"
Is there more you could have done?
As we walk the paths of our unknown
You wonder"Where have my children gone?"

Where we are is where you have led us,
With your special love you showed us a way,
To believe in ourselves and the decisions we make,
Taking on the challenge of life day-to-day.

And where we go you can be sure,
In spirit you shall never be alone,
For where you are is what matters most to us,
Because to us that will always be home...

- Author Unknown

 

Thursday, May 11, 2017

Bird Watching

Two new little birds appeared in the garden today.
A Bluebird and a Goldfinch.
I think they may be cat-friendly, since they are made of heavy glass.
When the sun shines through them, they look magical.
 


🐦

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Oliver Love




"Until one has loved an animal, a part of one's soul remains un-awakened"
~Anatole France
 

Monday, May 8, 2017

Returning

Isn't it amazing what difference a few days of warm weather and sunshine can make.
 
 
 
The Perennials are slowly returning, each day another bloom, another color.
The Goldfinches will soon be devouring the seeds of this Tickseed.
It makes happy little birds.
 

The feeders empty quickly at this time of the year.
Hungry little birds emerging from a long winter's nap, now busily feathering nests and tending babies.
 
 
 
 
 


 
 
 
We have a rain-free week ahead, so lots of work to do in the garden.
Hoping your week is filled with blue skies and sunshine.
 
 

Sunday, May 7, 2017

Fortune Favors The Brave

This weekend was our granddaughter's university graduation.
A joyous time, and yet it's also sad, leaving friends behind who have been a part of your daily routine, for the better part of the last four years.


Megan Elizabeth has been a blessing in our lives. A sweet, caring, little girl, a joy to be around.
We always knew she was destined for great things.
She loved to play dress up, as do most little girls, I've tried to remind her over the years, that even when she is in a world of grown ups, it's good to take time out for play.


She graduated with a BSN RN with the recognition of Cum Laude,  and we couldn't be more proud.
 

She'll be beginning her new adventure in the next few months, what a wonderful and exciting time.
We are proud as peacocks.

Congratulations Megan Elizabeth : Class of 2017 you are loved beyond measure.


****** You are indeed a shining star ******
Believe In Yourself And Your Dreams Will Come True
Know what you can and want to do in life.
Set goals for yourself and work hard to achieve them.
Strive to have fun every day.
Use your creativity as a means of expressing your feelings.
Be sensitive in viewing the world.
Develop a sense of confidence.
Be honest with yourself and with others.
Follow your heart and adhere to your own truths.
Know that the more you give the more you will receive.
Believe in yourself and your dreams will come true.
 
~ Susan Polis Schutz ~




Thursday, May 4, 2017

Through The Garden Gate

More rain today.
It makes for happy flowers