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
Success! One week ago yesterday I cut some bare Forsythia branches, brought them in the house and put them in water. In six days the branches started to bloom and within seven they… Continue reading
I could never have dreamt that there were such goings-on in the world between the covers of books, such sandstorms and ice blasts of words,,, such staggering peace, such enormous laughter, such and… Continue reading
Our pug Virgil is almost completely blind and deaf. However his sense of smell is amazing. He can tell if anyone is near him if he sniffs the air. And in that manner… Continue reading
Pearls & boas, dressed to the nines, Lipstick on pursed lips, trying to stay in the lines. Big wobbly high heels, on tiny, precious feet, Little girls playing dress-up, aren’t they sweet! ~… Continue reading
Thorns may hurt you, men desert you, sunlight turn to fog; but you’re never friendless ever, if you have a dog. ~ Douglas Mallock