Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Tag: Home
The Pushover
I hardly notice anymore or check His soft-click pitter-patter, at my side, My challenge: “stay” when leaving for a sec, Seems all for naught, he hears “stay near” instead. Or if perchance I move from couch to bed, He pounces up to snuggle in… Continue Reading “The Pushover”
Home (Revisited)
The whine of tyke bikes, go carts whirring by, The block where long our house is standing tall, The lawn of seven shades of bluegrass rye, While I, from front-porch rocker, watch it all. We pedal ’round the town, inhaling Fall The nippy, clear,… Continue Reading “Home (Revisited)”
Home
Bearing witness to the mostly-melted snow cover blanketing the yard, I allow thoughts of Spring to seep through the portal of my mind’s eye.
Home
The whine of tyke bikes, go carts whirring by, The block where long our house is standing tall, The lawn of seven shades of bluegrass rye, While I, from front-porch rocker, watch it all. We pedal ’round the town, inhaling Fall The nippy, clear,… Continue Reading “Home”
Turn, Turn, Turn
Written as part of NaBloPoMo October 2013 Fall: Wordless Wednesday,Autumn in an image. This view from my back porch is the epitome of changing seasons. Autumn is well underway. “To everything there is a season (turn,turn,turn); and a time to every purpose under heaven.”
How Does My Garden Grow?
🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲 The tall twins had inexorably killed her chances to have a garden, and though she loved the trees’ elegant, shade-giving, bird-nesting, lushness; she so missed her garden. Over the last forty years, Her yard had become a vibrant place of verdant serenity. It… Continue Reading “How Does My Garden Grow?”
What’s for Dinner?
What’s for dinner? Lets plan ahead We can agree, we’ll start with bread. Beef stew with dumplings, that should do, For me, but definitely not for you. Rack of lamb would be sublime But you don’t like, it would all be mine. Center-cut… Continue Reading “What’s for Dinner?”
Weekly Photo Challenge: Home
D-Man (Grandson # 2), welcoming our puppy, Bandit, to his new home by becoming his ‘crate-mate.’ A little boy’s love and a special ‘blankie’ proving the wisdom of the expression: “Home is where the heart is!”
Lighthouse in the Mist, Cape May, NJ
Bandit
Festive View from the Pub, Peddler’s Village – Lahaska, PA.
Home Sweet Home
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