April 24, 2015

the reality of me {1}

I made it through a six-day migraine and then my dog got sprayed with a skunk.

That pretty much sums it up in one sentence.

But that doesn’t include the whole day spent trying to clean up skunk-smell, because somehow my husband let the dog back in the house without realizing what had happened and the dog ended up on our bed, or the fact that this all happened at 4:30 in the morning, or the fact that the smell made my headache come back, and I’m already way behind on my work… but you get the point. It was a long week. A real week.

Another reminder the Mother Nature always wins.

And sometimes, all you can do is laugh.

The daffodils in this photo spent the winter under a five-foot-high pile of snow. And even so, they will bloom.

And as Ralph Waldo Emerson said in his poem, Hamatreya:

“Earth laughs in flowers.”

And there you have it.


Wishing you a weekend filled with laughter.







April 17, 2015

the colors of april



the cardinal sings songs of spring

and yellow daffodils peek shy heads up

from beneath brown earth’s cold ground


a pair of romantic bluebirds

drop bits of sky and flakes of ochre

as they consider building a nest


green grows bold with the tender swagger

of innocent adolescence

holding parties on the lawn that mother cleaned


wishing you a weekend filled with color




April 15, 2015


you may see a blade of grass

but i see spring





April 13, 2015

an everyday song

Life has been busy.

Spring has finally nosed its way into the foreground, the sun is shining, the birds are happy and it all makes me smile.

I’ve been immersing myself in poetry, this year’s poem-a-day has proved challenging, but each morning I dig deep and find the words buried below the surface of life’s soil.

Because I’m always ready to get my hands dirty, both literally and metaphorically.

I’m actually beyond ready for the literal interpretation, seeds have been sown and set up in the basement, and while it’s too early for planting outside, there is plenty of clean-up to be done.

Just like always.

And here I am, singing.


Wishing you a week filled with music.




April 6, 2015

because it’s poetry month…

poetry, national poetry month, poem, NaPoWriMo2015


Wishing you a week filled with poetry.



April 3, 2015

proof of life {yet again}

and just like that


mother nature




wishing you a light-filled weekend




April 1, 2015

i dream of…


daffodil and bleeding heart

fields of green


bluebird preen


April is National Poetry Month.

This morning the world was bathed in sunshine.

Last year’s narcissus as a wish and a promise.

The air smells of hope.




March 30, 2015

monday grin

because they make me smile

every time

March 27, 2015

little house, big heart

Laura Ingalls Wilder, Pioneer Girl

I’ve read a lot of books in my lifetime. So many that I sometimes have a hard time remembering them all. There are a few books I’ve read more than once, but none as many times as Laura Ingalls Wilder’s Little House series. And very few that I’ve treasured quite as much.

I can’t remember exactly how old I was when I received the complete boxed set for Christmas, though I know it was well before the television series came into being. I’m guessing I was 9 or 10, and I have to say that, even today, those books hold their place as one of my favorite gifts ever. I still have that set, and still re-read them every few years. Those stories have been part of my life for as long as I can remember.

So it was no surprise that when I heard that Laura’s original manuscript (which served as the basis for what would later become the younger-audience series) was going to be published, I was thrilled.

My mother-in-law ordered a copy of Pioneer Girl for me for Christmas, and it was on back-order for months (how could the publishers not have guessed how popular this book would be?). But finally, just a few days ago, my copy arrived. And it’s every bit as fascinating as I’d hoped it would be.

There has been a bit of controversy about how much Laura’s daughter, Rose, edited and/or wrote of the autobiography, or the series that came later. After reading the introduction, it seems that Rose did do a fairly extensive edit and re-write of Pioneer Girl and tried hard to get that version published, but it never happened. The story that has been published, finally after all these years, is Laura’s original version, with footnotes added in about the changes that took place in Rose’s manuscript, as well as the filling-in of historical fact and data. And it would seem that Laura did indeed write the Little House series herself, though perhaps no one will ever know how heavy-handed Rose’s editing was.

In truth, it doesn’t really matter to me how the stories made it to the page, they will always be the stories I grew up with.

And they will always be just as alive to me as they were the first time I read them.

And that is the magic of a good book.

Secretly, I’m almost glad that it’s still a little bit snowy and that it’s going to be cold again this weekend. Cold enough for reading in front of the fire.

Because I’ve got this book to finish.





March 25, 2015

fingers crossed

White tulip fingers crossed for hope


for health and life

love and hope

smiles and sunshine

peace and possibility


for you, for me, for all of us






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