Thursday, August 17, 2017


This is one of those days when I felt horribly behind before I'ld even gotten out of bed. I am not sure why I do this to myself... I am sure it has to do with a deep desire to do for others... Or maybe it's just part of being a typeA personality... not sure. And it doesn't matter. What is important is that it robs you of enjoying the moment when you are too caught up in the woulda/coulda/shoulda things. 
I am working on it.

In the meantime, I am marveling at the 3! little cucumbers growing in our garden... 
the pot of squash I cooked up last night and am preparing to freeze...
and the gorgeous poppies that suddenly sprung up out of nowhere.
There are a couple California poppies... and 2 gorgeous pink poppies that burst up along with the blue flowers at the top of this post. 
I think they came from a pot I had planted the first full year we were here (2014)... but why they came up now, and not before... I have no idea. 
But I am grateful.
See you all tomorrow.

Wednesday, August 16, 2017


Back in June 2016, I started a new "series" of posts... if you will... 
 And so on Wednesdays; I've been posting an old photograph to inspire your creativity.
Write a poem!   
 Plot out a short story.
 Have inspiration for a piece of art or composition.... let your artistic soul shine.
--and occasionally I write my own sordid story or poem. 
 (you can click on the photos in this post to make it larger to see).


I adore lighthouses.
That said, I have no idea where this one could be...

I think perhaps... (in my dreams at least)... this is one of the lost art colonies of the Great Lakes.
Inhabited by the schemers, the dreamers, the makers of great things... it was an idyllic place.
Every summer, there would be a huge festival, featuring belly dancers, jugglers, music makers,
 fire eaters... conjurers of the mysterious... and more.
At sunrise, their tents would wave in the summer breeze...
at night... moon-glow would cast shadows on the walls and the puppeteers would reign,
telling stories of long ago.

Tuesday, August 15, 2017


These are all from our stop at the Presque Isle Lighthouse, built in 1872.
I adore lighthouses, and have dreamed of visiting the remaining ones in the USA for a long time now. 
This was an amazing experience.

Monday, August 14, 2017


Last week, when Jim and I were up at Hamot Medical Center...
our daughter painted the kitchen. 
Now... it may not seem like much to you.. but it is amazing.
Seems like we would have gotten things painted in the (almost) 4 years of living here, but ah... such is life. 
I can't tell you how wonderful it is to be rid of the neon blue and purple sponge painting.
She completely rocks.

Saturday, August 12, 2017

for the weekend

moonlight streaming in
passionate twinklings
from beyond the stars

Friday, August 11, 2017


It also happens to have been one of my sister's favorites, 
and she had a nice clump of it planted near her kitchen door. 
When she passed away, I asked permission to get some of the seeds... and saved them. 
Many years later, after we moved back to PA... 
I planted the seeds next to our house. 
Suddenly, this year... they grew. 
It's been a full 10yrs since my sister passed away... and I think she was saying "hello..." 

Thursday, August 10, 2017


The answer is simple. 
Human well-being depends on the benefits that nature provides for free, everyday ...and everywhere.

We must protect it. 
Nourish it. 
Keep it as awesome as possible for future generations.