It’s been fifteen months since you passed away Mom and what have I learned? I know that I think of you many times a day. I know there are many reminders of you… Continue reading
Can you not see it written all over her face? Pure sweetness.
I look at that face and all I see is innocence. But of course that is just a grandmother’s thinking!
There are moments when the light is just perfect that I look at my granddaughter Morgan and all I can think of is “Angelic”!
What a week! We were in the sunny Caribbean on the island of St. Martin through Tuesday. It was warm and sunny in the mid 80s with balmy breezes. 10:30 PM Tuesday night… Continue reading
It has been a busy and relaxing week all wrapped into one. It started last Sunday, Easter when we had dinner with family. Our nephew Ed and his fiancé Leanne hosted their first… Continue reading
Streams of colour In constant motion showing shades of beauty hidden Powered by the wind As it caresses the river of scent Gently, softly, lovingly And moves through the rows Never stopping, always… Continue reading
The low sandy beach and the thin scrub pine, The wide reach of bay and the long sky line,— O, I am sick for home! The salt, salt smell of the thick sea… Continue reading
So I say “My dear if you could give me a cup of tea to clear my muddle of a head I should better understand your affairs.” And we had the tea and… Continue reading