The autumn sky is a blue ocean, fathoms deep. The birds chatter and tell their stories to the silent, knowing trees. How stoic are the trees, how majestically they stand, as the birds fly from branch to branch. I watch as the leaves fall soundlessly to the ground, one by one, a steady drift of
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Beach Pebbles
I used to dream of living by the sea on a high cliff. I would look down, and there it would be.... The ocean spread out before me, waves crashing upon the shore. When the water rushes back and forth across a pebble beach... there is music. The sound of the sea plays again and
Summer is Coming
Pockets of joy overflow, in the coming of sun-kissed summer days. There will be peppers to stuff, and fresh tomato sandwiches to eat. It is a fiesta of colors, marigolds and zinnias, snapdragons, and more. We fill our buckets at the strawberry patch; my pockets are stained with ripe, red berries. The dandelion seeds will
Garden of Dreams
Spring comes slowly. It spills across the lawn, silky green blades, that seem eternal, but are not. It is lush and lovely like an emerald isle that is mine to wander. My bare feet can wade in the grass, feel the blush of youth between my toes. Last night, I listened to the owls calling
A Summer Day in Winter
There were windows in the clouds today. Bright blue portals opened up so you could see clear through to the other side. Below, on the sound, the swans paraded about like lovely dancers, drifting across an aqua stage. It was a summer day in the midst of winter. I would like to glide like that,
A Rose in Winter
Is there anything more beautiful than a stunning red rose? My husband brought me a bouquet of roses just the other day. Suddenly, all my Christmas decorations paled in comparison! There are few things that we can find in a store that are lovelier than what we find in nature. That is why we are
Helping Hands
It is a moment of grace to see that little hand reach up and grasp my own. It is a moment of grace to see an aged one who stoops so low lifted up by another. The stars collide in the universe and the still, dark night embraces the light. Helping hands reach out stars,
A Storybook Life
If every life were written in a storybook, would each and every page be highlighted with cheerful moments and a problem - free existence? When you look at the cover of a storybook, can you tell all that much about the contents of the book? The truth is that all of our days are written
Watercolor Painting of My Life
I like the Caribbean blues. That mix of salt and sea is such good company. There is a blur of blue and green beneath a canopy of fluffy clouds. The clouds float, in a sea all their own. The breeze is brisk a reminder that time stands still for no one. It is best to
A Beautiful Shoreline
I have always loved to walk along the seashore, collecting bits of treasure, odd pieces of driftwood, pretty shells, shiny stones that glitter at the water's edge. It is easy to fill a pail with many things. You must choose wisely, because you can only bring home so many gifts from the sea. There are