Friday, December 26, 2014

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

by William Henry Davies                                   Listen Online

What is this life if, full of care
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

Sunday, December 14, 2014

Word for 2015...

Every year I've decided to choose a word that encourages me to use it in my daily life.
So many words to pick little time to really use them.
For 2015 I want to complete many unfinished projects, get rid of more of my stash of with those new art paints, inks, stencils, etc...get that jewelry frame put up...use as many beads as I can, etc...etc...etc.  You see where this is going.
My word for 2015 is COMPLETE

Friday, December 05, 2014

Snow on snow...

Well, still no snow, looks like another rainy Christmas Day.  We always watch Robert Redford in Jeremiah Johnson on the occasion of the first "real" know, those flakes that look like the lining of all our Barn Swallow nests.  Ah, but we can still dream about it.

In the bleak mid-winter
Frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
Snow on snow,
In the bleak mid-winter
Long ago.
                                                                                           ~Christina Rossetti~

Wednesday, December 03, 2014


You are not your age,
Nor the size of the clothes you wear,
You are not a weight,
Or the color of your hair.
You are not your name,
Or the dimples in your cheeks,
You are all the books you read,
And all the words you speak.
You are your croaky morning voice,
And the smiles you try to hide,
You're the sweetness in your laughter,
And every tear you've cried.
You're the songs you sing so loudly,
When you know you're all alone,
You're the places that you've been to,
And the one that you call home.
You're the things that you believe in,
And the people that you love,
You're the photos in your bedroom,
And the future you dream of.
You're made of so much beauty,
But it seems that you forgot,
When you decided you were defined,
By all the things you're not.
...Eric Hanson...


We have art, Nietzsche said,
so that we shall not be destroyed by the truth.

Another loss...

Sadly, mi amigo online: "Don Estorbo de le Bodega Dominicana",  lost hees strubble weeth de 'orrible diseease he had fought weeth mucho bravado.  I know mi caballo "Tiger" (or as 'Storbie would say: "El Tigre") is hearing his "atomic eeep" in heaven now.

My horse waits at the Rainbow Bridge for me...

Horse thou art truly a creature
without equal, for thou fliest
without wings and conquerest
without sword.
 ~The Koran~ 

Saturday, November 08, 2014

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

...tend the sick, dear Lord...

"Keep watch, dear Lord, 
with those who work, or watch, or weep this night, 
and give your angels charge over those who sleep.  
Tend the sick, Lord Christ; give rest to the weary, 
bless the dying, soothe the suffering, pity the afflicted, 
shield the joyous; and all for your love's sake.  Amen."

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

bird feeder...

I think I can stop looking for a new bird feeder...we already have one!

Monday, May 26, 2014

the love that is you...

Whenever you feel down or stressed please close your eyes,
take a deep breath and be aware of the power in you,
the Love that is you.

the submariner...

USS DRUM...WWII Submarine...stationed now aground on Mobile, Alabama.

Home is the sailor, home from the sea:

Tuesday, April 01, 2014


Poor flowers don't know they are going to have more freezing nights in April. Is this April Fool?

Monday, March 31, 2014

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Sunday, March 09, 2014

Thursday, March 06, 2014

Monday, January 27, 2014

One Secret...

Surgery again...

Tender skin from all the paper tape and Band-Aid's I've tried using when I had to keep gauze in place.  Tomorrow, Dr. Higdon has to close up these two doggone leftover unhealed spots.  Not sure how well it is going to work, the surrounding skin is fragile and needs to be recut and sutured.  Did I say they hurt too?  Just gimme a bullet to bite on and I will be fine!

Wings to fly...

Friday, January 17, 2014

Word for 2014...

It has been difficult to choose a word to use this year as my goal. 
I've chosen "work" this year.
I need to do this to bring my body back into correct form since my surgery.  I want my house in order.
I want to de-stash the yarn and give to Project Linus and Chemo Caps. 
I want that stall in the barn fixed correctly and  back doors on the barn. 
It makes me hungry to think of my compost bins and using the one Santa Claus gave me that rolls to make quick compost and grow at least a few veggies. 
I'll fight the battle with the deer to grow a few flowers and keep a hot-wired fence up. 
Little things, big things, mental things, physical things. 
Yes...they all need work!

Wednesday, January 08, 2014

Is my blog really working again?

2014...the New Year brings with it a chance that I can post and upload pictures again. (Not that I really believe it.)

In any case, I wish you all a Happy New Year.  I'm trying to settle on my "word" for the year.  Last year it was "favor"...and I think I kept to it by sharing favors with various friends and charities all through the year.  It's following me along into this year as I have finished 4 Project Linus blankets and have started a comfort shawl and a hat for the homeless to give to the policewoman up the road.  She can share it with some cold child, I hope.

My horse has decided he likes my morning treats in his little bit of grain.  Not every day, but when it's this cold (-7.5 F. two nights ago that's -21.9 C.) I give him a warm mash with applesauce, bran, bits of carrots, a couple of crushed peppermints, and an assortment of other goodies,  I'm trying to improve his water intake.  He hangs out all day away from the barn and the water tank with his paint girlfriend next door and forgets to drink enough.  He also is the pickiest hay eater I know.  This year we have beautiful hay instead of the rough stuff we used to give him to keep him from losing weight.  "Phooey on your alfalfa strands, timothy bites, and lespedeza!"

We're havin' a heat wave today so the barn cat gets to actually go to the barn! (not that she hasn't wanted to)  I got tired of the "let me out...geeeeesh it's cold...let meow back, that bird looks tasty, open the door again...uh...shiver...please let the puddy tat back in the house.  Three days ago I fluffed up her bed and told her I couldn't unlock the back door.

The big guy is retiring soon...real soon...this will be the fourth retirement for him and the LAST!  YAY!