Tag Archives: summer

A Cricket With Important News

Sylvia Plath said: I’d be much happier if I didn’t think. Oh, Sylvia, I, too, at least if I didn’t think of so many foolish things, which scare me. I was just thinking this very thing, when suddenly I heard … Continue reading

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All the Sweet Delights of Summer

Warm sun, the faint scent of lavender and hay, the ever-joyous carol of birds  and all the sweet delights of long summer days stored within this little red cornelian cherry.

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White Clouds, Blue Mountain

“I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly  spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which  is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.” – e.e. cummings “Life shrinks … Continue reading

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Forest Mice With Grey, Round Bellies

A side road trip to the mountain valley of my childhood. Grey, old, looming mountains, serene meadows. Leather brown faces, gnarled hands, a wrinkled toothless smile.  A little sandy field with a crop so meager, I almost begin to cry. A … Continue reading

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Never Move a Pebble

A thistle flower grows on the shore. She’s a lonely flower, braving her solitude not with bitterness but with the beauty of her vibrant colours. Sometimes a stray bee visits and the flower offers her a resting place, a place to … Continue reading

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The Beauty and the Bumblebee

a country beauty in her frilly purple dress flirts with her buzzing suitors May this new week bring you sunshine and little kindnesses.

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Threads of Dreams

Clouds are white and white and white, alive and fluffy against the far-off blue sky. The sun gentle and warm against my skin. It peeks behind my shades and naughitly tickles my sleepy, weary eyes. Buzzing of bees accentuates the deep, rich … Continue reading

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