We do not stop playing because we grow old, we grow old because we stop playing.

~Oliver Wendell Holmes~

Saturday, December 2



Have you ever watched a dog rolling on it's back in the grass?
Have you ever watched a cat stretching itself in the sunlight?
Watched the way their bodies arch and quiver?

That's what Joy looks like to me.

Thursday, November 30

Wooly Flowers

Beautiful blooms for Indian Summer!

70 degrees on the last day of November... Seriously not right.

Wednesday, November 29

and now a message from Lord Byron:

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted,
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sank chill on my brow
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well:
Long, long shall I rue thee
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met
In silence I grieve
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears.

"Someone has come to me out of the past, reviving a feeling long since forgotten... What - what is this I'm feeling? Is it pain? Panic? Hunger? Am I hungry? Who's hungry?" - Debi in Grosse Pointe Blank

Tuesday, November 28


Strawberries and cream.

Sunday, November 26

Sometimes we don't hear the way our own life is enriching a greater harmony.
Sometimes it is those around us who are deaf.

Holiday Traffic!