Rhapsody in Blue

I never tire of a clear morning when, while seeking a once-in-a-lifetime sunrise, I find, instead, a stunning, sparkling moon. This morning was particularly spectacular, as I could clearly delineate the crevices and crannies of the rocky moon surface. I didn’t see the man in the moon on this morning, but I know he was […]

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Planning for the Future

Last Sunday, after having purchased a case of freshly picked Roma tomatoes at the Summit Farmers’ Market, I spent the rest of the afternoon, prepping and canning the luscious lot.  It was a messy, slippery, time-consuming afternoon, but most definitely, it was a labor of love.   Someday, in the middle of winter, I will open one or two jars of these beauties […]

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Blurred Lines

Structure straight and perfectly aligning, A thousand stamens reaching for the sun, Each radiation delicate reminding We’re more than just ourselves, we are as one. From far perspective, branches tipped with pompons, Beckon to us: come survey our blooms, ‘Til closer in we scan the broad-leafed palm fronds, To spy their tender details, through my […]

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Sun-shade

Even a simple porch scene, complete with a carefully-secured stroller, becomes a photo-op in DisneyWorld. Photo Friday: Shadow

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Of Pearls and Scarlet Plumes

Before the golden fire-star breaks through, I stroll in search of glories yet unseen, Then I espy wee orbs of tenuous dew, Formed atop the tips of buds agleam. It may be that crimson color scheme distracts, and causes one to pass on by, Ignoring precious pearls, before sunbeams cast their rays and beckon dragonflies. […]

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Matryoshka Mélange

As I peered into the display at The Russian Tea Room, I wondered how long it might have taken someone to lovingly and carefully arrange the exquisite Matryoshka (nested dolls) and Russian eggs (a la Fabergé); and whether I was more impressed by the unique beauty of each piece of handcrafted art or by the […]

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Stallion in the Garden

A summer’s Sunday drive can oft inspire, Though seeking flowers for my garden wall, Unexpected, a mere spark became a fire. At first set out to plant-adorn my shire, Deciding on a vine that would spread tall, A summer’s Sunday drive can oft inspire. Selecting floral ties and climbing wire, Distracted by the floral free-for-all, […]

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Sunflower

A certain sign of summer’s laid-back ways, Just weeks since they began from dull seed pods, Maturing into stalks of golden blaze, Adorning garden paths and porch facades. Sunflowers, noble blessings from the gods, Perennially loyal to a fault, Inch by inch, defying all the odds, Sprouting tall and noble, without halt. Yet some disdain […]

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Lemonade

Etched and painted on the surface clear, Bright lemons, freshly sliced, for this warm day, Or are they mulled within, where one may peer, No matter, for the senses are in play. Each year as summer overtakes our days, And thirsty young-uns gather for relief, My old glass urns, from cupboards now displayed on countertop; […]

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Perpetual Motions

A whispered hint from brookside waters flowing, A full unfurled flag at NASA blowing, The sudden splash of slippery children sliding, The ever-widening wake of geese a-gliding, A court rotunda view of traffic growing, A hillside, sculpted lanes of grasses mowing, Or gentle rivulets of waves enshoring, An eager puppy, racing home, adoring, Movement may […]

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Portrait of a Boy

My daughter’s boy is almost tall as I, And swirling thoughts within his tousled head are spinning, myriad mind maps that belie the silent calm facade we see, instead. Snips and snails and caterpillar threads No longer fill the visions he ascribes to, He leans his fishing pole at foot of bed, Impatient, waits for […]

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