July 3, 2015

deep in the elderberry forest


the sun shines blue and the moon glows cherry

the stars are always ripe and the birds are always merry

the sky is the only blanket you need

and flight is as easy as breathing


wishing you a weekend filled with colorful dreams





July 1, 2015

a break in the clouds

And I sneak outside for an hour to bask in the glow.

Of course, it doesn’t last, this apparently being the year of precipitation, but you have to take what you can get, right?

The clouds returned a short while later, giving me one brief glimpse of Venus and Jupiter in perfect vertical alignment before they were covered over with the threat of more rain. And a well-kept promise it was.

I fall into July with open arms, ready to catch words and raindrops and the slightly slower pace of summer. At night I turn the fans off and read while listening to frogs and crickets, stopping every so often to walk outside, where fireflies mingle with stars. The sound is deafening, in the best way possible.

No matter that later, the basement floods yet again.

It’s the year of abundance, the year of babies and frogs and fireflies, too-heavy clouds and everywhere I look, lush green growth.

It’s the summer of smiles, despite the not-so-fun details.

I let the rain run right off my back, the humidity seep into my skin.

I am swimming in life.

Timing my breath.

Paddling forward.





June 29, 2015

sugar and spice and everything nice…


A weekend with the sweet little grandbaby,
lots of smiles and family and baby girl snuggles.

It was the perfect kick-off to summer,
despite the fact that it rained all weekend.

Somehow that really didn’t matter.
There was enough love to fill our hearts with sunshine.


Wishing you a week filled with love.




June 24, 2015

standing at attention

A lone larkspur growing in the middle of the patio area,
there because I didn’t have the heart
to pull it up like a weed.

This morning, rushing through life
in getting-things-done mode,
I stopped to admire its tenacity.

Summer is here.

Life is here.



Thank you, my lovely larkspur.




June 22, 2015

always a smile and a big wide heart

Taking time today to wish my mom a Happy Birthday. I’ve never know anyone so kind and caring and giving. She spends all her time doing things for other people, taking care and offering assistance, concern, and companionship, and sometimes nothing more than an ear to bend or a shoulder to cry on.

She’s the best, and I just wanted to let her know how much she is appreciated for all that she offers to the world. It’s a better place simply because she’s in it.

I love you, Nana. You’ve taught me so much about life and living.

Take a little time for yourself today, read a book, take a nap, put your feet up.

You deserve it.






June 19, 2015

summer’s palette


golden green and sun-kissed yellow

deep blue sky and cotton soft cloud

one of these days, soon

i’m going to sit in the sun

and do nothing but inhale





June 17, 2015

Kitten cat

It’s been a crazy-busy week already and it’s only Wednesday. The kind of week where nose to the grindstone leaves no time for sitting in the garden, no time for writing, no time for playing with a naughty kitten.

He comes to my studio window and meows, not wanting to come in, but rather, wanting me to come out.

And I say yes, me too, but you see, there’s this work that needs doing. But he doesn’t see, of course, he has no concept of bills to be paid and chores to be done, and he tries to get his way by flopping down belly up in the garden path and looking at me in the irresistible upside-down-way that always makes me laugh.

And I think he has the right idea.


Perhaps tomorrow.

In the meantime, I’ll just have to let him soak up the sun for me…


Wishing you a Wednesday filled with sunshine.







June 15, 2015



because sometimes life needs a bit of extra sweetness

and i’m missing the sunshine


this morning the clouds touched down to earth

with a fog as wet as rain

everything has been damp for days and i think

this must be what it feels like to live in a rain forest


my garden sounds tropical

birds singing songs i’ve never heard before

everything changes, always


impermanence is a rusted-lock treasure chest

filled to bursting with boxes

each marked with faded letters

of my name




June 12, 2015


an old-fashioned word for an old-fashioned flower

i kind of love them both


wishing you a weekend filled with love







June 10, 2015

nodding heads and singing hearts

Two years ago, I had more poppies in my garden than I could count. This year just a few, and I miss their happy, nodding heads.

Growing up, I lived in a house that had no garden, through we had a lovely yard to play in with lots of green grass and shade from loads of black walnut trees, and a swing set that was well-loved by us four children. The only flowers we grew were orange poppies, down a strip on the side of the house where no one ever went, really, as it was just a little two-foot wide-stretch bordering the neighbor’s property.

And I don’t even know why I thought of that today except that the sun is shining and poppies are blooming and birds are singing.

And now I have the sudden urge to find a swing and touch my toes to the sky.

And I’m smiling.


Wishing you a Wednesday filled with smiles.






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