Sometimes flickers of it are in your own backyard:
We shall find peace. We shall hear angels. We shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds.
- Anton Chekov
Posted in Gardening, tagged Gardening, inner peace, Japanese maple, trees on April 1, 2008 | 5 Comments »
Sometimes flickers of it are in your own backyard:
We shall find peace. We shall hear angels. We shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds.
- Anton Chekov
Posted in Gardening, Kitties, Living, tagged cats, Gardening, Japanese maple, naps, tea on March 31, 2008 | 3 Comments »
A Catnap
Think what a better world it would be if we all, the whole world, had cookies and milk about three o’clock every afternoon and then lay down on our blankets for a nap.
- Robert Fulgham
Afternoon Tea
Drink your tea slowly and reverently, as if it is the axis on which the world earth revolves – [...]
Posted in Gardening, Living, tagged bougainvillea, flowers, Gardening, Japanese maple, lily on March 25, 2008 | 4 Comments »
I’m not feeling very chatty right now, so I hope you’ll put up with some recent photos.
At a garden shop:
At home:
The weather forecast is for more rain and cold weather, so for now we’re soaking up the sun. Don’t stay away for long, beautiful weather!
Posted in Gardening, Living, tagged cats, flowers, Japanese maple, lavender, roses on March 12, 2008 | 3 Comments »
Although my favorite season of all doesn’t officially begin until next week, it’s already unfolding in its luxurious colors, at least in our neighborhood. On this Wednesday, here’s a little bliss from my corner of the world.
Pale yellow roses from my dear husband:
Tissue-thin petals of the Spanish lavender:
A row of flowering plum trees on the [...]
Posted in Living, tagged "Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me", hydrangea, Japanese maple, leaves, Mary Oliver, rain, white birch on December 4, 2007 | 3 Comments »
A Japanese maple leaf floating in water:
A puddle of gold leaves from the white birch:
A pile of clean, smooth stones:
New hydrangea leaves unfurling to the rain:
Jewels of rain on scarlet leaves:
When it rains, I often think of Mary Oliver’s poem, “Last Night the Rain Spoke to me.” You may have read it before, but here [...]