the blue muse

dancing, twirling, slowly spinning into focus

hints of gold in a cold blue sky

whispers of new growth, brighter days, shorter nights

earth turning

seed sprouting

sun beaming

promise

I am still struggling with the grey of this February,
but at least March has moved into view.

Promises of sunshine and garden planning add a bright spot,
as will a trip to the Philadelphia Flower Show.

This month never fails to trip me up a little, but there is tea,
and there is tomorrow, and a bit of sugar will sweeten things up.

Care to join me?

.

Wishing you a week filled with sunshine.

.

.

.

.

Linking up with Kim Klassen’s Texture Tuesday

because it always is, isn’t it?

Today is a sad day for our family, as we say goodbye to our oldest cat.

She has been with us for eighteen years,
as long as my husband and I have been together.

It feels like the end of an era.

The sun is shining, and just now,
she has found a patch of bright light to sit in.

And that is how I will remember her best.

.

Wishing you a week filled with sunshine and fond memories.

.

.

.

.

Linking up with Kim Klassen’s Texture Tuesday

It’s that time of year when the birds are hungry. We have an endless parade of titmice and chickadees, nuthatch and downy woodpecker, cardinal and blue jay, sparrow and finch. All lorded over by five large crows.

But I find myself waiting for robins. Red-winged blackbirds. Swallows. Bluebirds.

Birds of Spring.

I am craving windows open and serenade of mockingbird. Chitter chatter in the bushes just outside my window. The screech of the green heron as he heads for the swamp.

I am missing morning tea in the garden.

In other words, I have come down with cabin fever. Wiggly spirit. Restless legs. My hermit heart is at odds with my gypsy spirit.

I blame it on that run yesterday, my first since sometime in November.

I want to be outside under that big sky that holds me in, just barely.

I want to fly.

.

Wishing you a weekend filled with wings.

and lately, i am drawn to beauty in the quietest of places

waiting for something, though i know not what

this year unfolds around me like a mystery

up ahead, around that corner, destiny is waiting

i walk slowly

making tracks in the snow

evidence and pattern

to lead me home

.

.

.

Linking up with Kim Klassen’s Texture Tuesday, stop by and join the fun!

Winter Wonderland must have been written on a day exactly like yesterday.

Sunshine and diamonds.

Sparkle and glitter.

Beauty and bokeh.

Shadow and light.

.

Wishing you a week filled with pretty.

.

some days,

you just have to

go ahead

and count them

.

(sweet birds by the lovely elk)

.

.

february light can be just as pretty as april’s

silence really is golden
but so is singing at the top of your lungs

not everything that is empty needs to be filled

grey comes in more shades than the rainbow
and they’re all beautiful

it’s not that difficult to be kind

you really don’t need to know everything
you only need to know what makes you smile

a broken heart bleeds love through the cracks

you don’t actually have to have wings
to be able to fly

everyone’s soul is part gypsy

.