Tuesday, February 19, 2019


Sunday morning 
when I let Robin out 
it was like we were living in 
a fairyland 
where all my dreams could come true
 and the world was covered with
 a white quilt
 that kept all the warmth inside 
and all the noise of life out. 
 It was like a poem 
that I heard only with
 my eyes.

I'm only speaking for myself, 
as I am aware that 
this situation 
is a way of winter life for many 
and not always a happy one at that...
but, for me, 
that stillness that falls from the sky,
 that keeps the cars 
from driving by at race track speed 
and makes everything just plain clean, 
is a sight to hold close
 to my heart.

The branches of the butterfly bush 
are bending down but,
 at this point,
 Mother Nature is being kind
 and they will return 
to their graceful ways 
when she is through 
with them.

The crepe myrtle 
is made of stronger stock 
so it can hold the weight 
of all this beauty
 as it plays over
 her branches.

My new camera
 has a larger lens
 so I can take clear photos 
from a distance 
such as the one, above, 
through the
 kitchen window.

This is what my world was like
 at 7:30 Sunday morning. 

 By 11:30, 
the sun had come out 
and most of the snow was melting. 
 It stayed very cold, however, 
and throughout the day
 we had a difference of opinion 
between the 
snow, hail, rain, and sun.  
No one seemed 
to come out as
 the winner.

Throughout the night
 it remained cold and icy 
and now the frost
 is on the pumpkin...

...and even though
 this event was of great enjoyment,
 we still have high hopes 
that the harbingers of spring 
are not far behind...

...and for some,
 until then, 
a quiet spot before the fire 
will do just fine, 
thank you very much!


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Tuesday, February 12, 2019


the photo above usually sets the scene
 when the title question
 of this post is asked, 
but today 
it means something 
very different.

What it means today is: 
 Isn't it 
Valentines Day

For such a short month, 
February is turning out 
to seem like a very long time! 

I will admit, however, 
that I did start our
 Valentines celebration
 a little early...

...the first posting 
reminded us of the garland 
and how it had looked before...

...the second posting 
showed the planning 
that goes into 
a labor of love...

...and in the third posting 
you could find beauty 
through gray skies
 if you looked hard enough.

we are at the fourth posting
 and it still isn't Valentines Day.

 Not until
 two days from now 
will we reach that 
auspicious occasion.

since I won't be here then,
 I will show you, today, 
what I am fixing for
 the love of my life
 for his special 
Valentines Day dinner.

The candles are lit,
 the wine has been poured 
and the mood has been set...

...and now the food 
has been served.

 A porterhouse steak (for two), 
baked potatoes, 
fresh green beans and...

...fresh fruit 
to be enjoyed 
as a salad 
or as a sweet ending 
to the meal.

But, the puzzle remains:

 Since there is still 
two days remaining 
until Valentines Day, 
was the meal cooked ahead 
for a photo opp only, 
and then consumed 
at a later date, 
or was the day 
celebrated ahead of time?
If you answered 
"a little of both",
 you might be right.

 In actuality, 
the Captain had 
two teeth pulled on Friday
 and we didn't know
 how long before 
he would be able to eat 
anything of substance.


"If apples were pears
And peaches were plums
And the rose had a different name
If tigers were bears
And fingers were thumbs
I'd love you just the same."



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Tuesday, February 5, 2019


At first look, 
through my window this morning,
 all I could see were shades of gray. 
 Not the gray 
that I might see 
in a beautifully appointed room, 
but a gray,
 that at first glance,
 would only seem
 dull and depressing...

...a gray 
that magnifies 
the drops of rain 
on an errant rose cane...

...or a gray 
that is washing away 
the dust and grime 
from the leaves of the camellia, 
leaving it bright and healthy
 for the days to come.

"What good is the warmth of summer
Without the cold of winter 
To give it sweetness."

John Steinbeck

Now that February is here
 that is most likely what we all see 
at first look.

 For such a short month,
 February probably holds us prisoners 
more than any other. 

 is taken up with
 getting the aftermath of Christmas 
put to rights, 
and March starts 
the signaling of spring
 so that leaves February
 to hold the brunt of all
 that comes between...

...and it is up to us 
to look inside and see the "colors"
of our life 
for what they are.

"We bring roses, beautiful fresh roses,/ dewy as the morning and colored like the dawn."

Thomas Buchanan Read

At first look,
 I should have seen 
how even a gray sky
 can still shine through glass 
and make it sparkle...

...or just by flipping a switch,
 a lamp can
 fill your soul 
with warmth...

...or by turning on another lamp,
 the light can focus 
on a painted rose and 
make it come to life 
before your very eyes.

Beautiful roses 
that don't need any other introduction.

 They will bring joy and brightness 
into your life 
no matter how you look at them,
 whether in a vase,
 to shine in the moment,
 or as an everlasting
 that will be added next fall 
to a familiar garland.

From one room to another, 
you can gather your rosebuds
 where they may 
and they will always be 
a source of beauty
 in your day.

One thing that February has
 that no other month has 
is LOVE, 
and I will leave you today
 with only thoughts of love.

  I appreciate your following and
 all of your 
wonderful and constructive comments,
 but above all else,
your friendship. 
 It is enough
 to make me see
 beyond the gray skies.

how do you spell gray anyway?
  With an E or an A? 

That is something 
I will contemplate 
as I lay dreaming 
of spring.


All of the above 
took place over the past weekend and
 into Monday morning...

...this is where we are today
 as I publish
 this post.

Pretty and pristine...

...and with 
the bare necessities 
taken care of...

...back to 
Cottage comfort.


Take heart...
Gray skies are gonna clear up.

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