The weeds are what make it interesting. I'm just one girl searching for the beauty in my garden of wildflowers.
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Thursday, October 24, 2013
Monday, October 7, 2013
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
Monday, September 30, 2013
Friday, September 27, 2013
Monday, September 23, 2013
the taste of air
...there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to
stop kissing the shore line, no matter how many times it’s sent away.
-Sarah Kay, "B"
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Lovers
Where we always played hand in hand
The wind was gently touching the grass
We were so young, so fearless.
Then I dreamt o'er and over,
Of you holding me tight under the stars
I made a promise to my dear lord,
I will love you forever
Time has passed
So much has changed
But the field remains in my heart
Oh, where are you?
I need to tell you I still love you
So I reach out for you,
You fly around me like a butterfly.
Your voice still echoes in my heart,
You are my true love.
There was a field in my old town,
Where in spring all flowers blossomed wide.
We were chasing butterflies
Hand in hand till close of day.
Your voice still echoes in my heart.
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
perhaps
Maybe Summer will stay a little longer.
The calendar says that there are days still left, but I know it lies.
I will blink, and life will begin, and I don't know that I am ready.
Summer.
It hasn't been anything I expected.
I had planned all year for these short months, but those plans evaporated one by one, all for their own reasons and in their own ways.
Not much is left.
But maybe it is just enough.
Maybe September will wait a little while.
The calendar tells me exactly how many days are left, but maybe it lies.
I will hold my breath, and life might wait, and I think I would like that.
The calendar says that there are days still left, but I know it lies.
I will blink, and life will begin, and I don't know that I am ready.
Summer.
It hasn't been anything I expected.
I had planned all year for these short months, but those plans evaporated one by one, all for their own reasons and in their own ways.
Not much is left.
But maybe it is just enough.
Maybe September will wait a little while.
The calendar tells me exactly how many days are left, but maybe it lies.
I will hold my breath, and life might wait, and I think I would like that.
Monday, July 15, 2013
Friday, June 28, 2013
Summer Starting
This weekend my family went to a rocking porch party. A little street was blocked off for the day and there was lots of fun had.
Sidewalk chalk and musicians sharing their sounds from various porches and lawns along the street.
Walking through the festivities you would enter sweet little pockets of sound.
Plenty of bluegrass tunes could be heard, as well as a steel drum ensemble, and a jazzy 5 pieces band and singer(perched on her tree stump stage).
Sidewalk chalk and musicians sharing their sounds from various porches and lawns along the street.
Walking through the festivities you would enter sweet little pockets of sound.
Plenty of bluegrass tunes could be heard, as well as a steel drum ensemble, and a jazzy 5 pieces band and singer(perched on her tree stump stage).
We came home with smiles on our faces, and fingers and knees covered with chalk from our artistic endevours. It was a wonderful way to get the season of outdoor fun and adventure started.
Monday, June 10, 2013
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