Month: March 2015

Morning Has Broken… 13 March 2015

(Click to see slideshow!) Morning has broken, like the first morning Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird. Praise for the singing, praise for the morning Praise for the springing fresh from the world. – Cat Stevens Pictures don’t begin to do justice to this morning’s blood red horizon. […]

Sentimental Journeys

I have always viewed myself as unsentimental. Oh, sure. I religiously kept baby books for my children, and there is a box in the barn dedicated to early artwork, bits of pottery, class projects and so forth that my own children accumulated over the years. Mind you, in […]

The Second

Once there has been a first, There can only be a second. A second place, A second glance, A second chance. Too late to be first, I will be your last, If I am first in your heart For all the seconds Our lives allow. (Writing Prompt: SECOND, part of […]

Pillow Talk IV

I am fully awakened this morning by HH bounding up the stairs with all the grace of a vaguely lethargic camel. With heaters still running in spite of a gloriously sunshiney Saturday, we had spent a somewhat restless night in our muggy and airless bedroom, HH being averse to all […]

My Fine Feathered Friday

CHICKEN SELFIE!! Yes, my friends… this is a sawdusty me administering a little chickie love and rocking the latest in “clean the coop” fashion. (Try to contain your jealousy!) I know, you are all shocked and horrified to learn I have acquired a couple more hens… I have […]