Tuesday, May 31, 2011

friendship by post

"A friendship can weather most things and thrive in thin soil; but it needs a little mulch of letters and phone calls and small, silly presents every so often - just to save it from drying out completely."

—Pam Brown

i got a little "friendship mulch" in the post, today, from madame woolfenbell, in belgium. there's nothing like an artist's handwriting on thick paper to lift my spirits, except perhaps small handmade gifts wrapped in brown paper parcels :)

Sunday, May 29, 2011

giving thanks...

for yellow sunflowers, and all things turquoise

for sand between my toes

for a place to lounge in the sun

for beauty in the imperfections

for skies that proclaim His glory, and a camera to capture it.

Friday, May 27, 2011

just red. because it cheers me...

food, interrupted

i want to eat,

but i can't.

funny, that,

since years ago

i couldn't stop,


now food is become

the enemy,

not because it makes me fat

but because

it makes me sick.

i guess i should explain —

my brain wants to eat

but my gut is stuck

with adhesion super-glue

so "real" food

causes pain

and sickness

and so...

i want to eat,

but i'm stuck.


and. i. get. so. tired. of. it.

a dog and an unmade bed.

soulful eyes beseech 
leave the blankets on the floor
i'll clean it later

(linking to recuerda mi corazon for haiku my heart)

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

me and my shadow, egret style

don't you think he casts an elegant shadow?

Sunday, May 22, 2011

early morning

the sun has kissed the clouds
and blushed them
the trees have missed it all,

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

where do squirrels go?

where do squirrels go
when they die?
there are so very many,
forever busy
with important tasks
of nut finding,
and storing,
and finding again —
and of course,

but where do they go
when they die?
i seldom see their bodies,
lifeless —
rather the incessant motion
of their impish presence
and acrobatic

i know there are those
who meet with untimely deaths
on the highway
or at the hands of

but what about the rest?
are they simply
taken up to heaven,
like elijah?
i like to think that,

linking to one shot wednesday

Monday, May 16, 2011

giving thanks... for gifts from the sea

"The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach - waiting for a gift from the sea."

a bird's eye view...

a future sunflower...

a beautiful remnant...

a shell with attitude...

...and a sea grass sculpture.

Friday, May 13, 2011

the last sunset and back to reality...

"Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, 
but to add color to my sunset sky."
—Rabindranath Tagore

(linking to recuerda mi corazon for postcards from paradise)

—the last two photos are courtesy of emily young

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

and a heron came to tea...

this is harold. alias prince hal. he stopped by the cottage yesterday to say hello and get an afternoon snack. if you look closely, you'll see a small band on his right leg, which means he's been captured and released at some point in his life. in harold's case, he was probably rehabilitated due to a broken leg. he still has a limp, but that doesn't slow him down, much... he still manages to make his daily rounds of the beach visitors, much to their photographic delight.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

i dreamed a cottage on the beach

i dreamed a cottage on the beach,
with a sunflower path
leading down
to the sea.

i dreamed the smell of a salt breeze,
and the surf’s gentle cadence,
and the sighing of wind
in australian pines.

i dreamed a morning of
jewel green parakeets,
and pelicans flying wing-to-wing,
into the day.

i dreamed the sun caressing my skin
with golden languor, until
it melted vermilion
into turquoise waters.

i dreamed a young girl
sitting on the sand,
wind-blown and free,
writing a dream —
into real.

linking to one shot wednesday

Monday, May 9, 2011

Saturday, May 7, 2011

spider silk on a sunny day

sometimes beauty


for itself.

wishing you a week filled with beauty and all good things...

Friday, May 6, 2011

on wyeth, old dogs and contentment

“Master Bedroom,” a 1965 watercolor by Andrew Wyeth.

he did this more than once,
painted his dog
sleeping —
head cradled tenderly on pillows,
thin haunches sinking gratefully
into the bed's warm hollow,
breath rising and falling 
to the rhythm of 
a quiet wheezing.

he did this more than once —
painted his dog,

"Night Sleeper", 1979, Andrew Wyeth

Tuesday, May 3, 2011


there came a moment when
the light became more than light
or my eyes became more than eyes
and i saw around me
everything, lit from within
and the light danced
about me
like a grace note,
like a benediction —
on my skin,
on the worn bricks,
on the pine carpet
where the little white-bellied
squirrel sat, watching, 
yet unafraid.

— leslie young
© 2011

(linking to one shot wednesday)

Sunday, May 1, 2011


Pink, small, and punctual,
Aromatic, low,
Covert in April,
Candid in May,
Dear to the moss,
Known by the knoll,
Next to the robin
In every human soul.
Bold little beauty,
Bedecked with thee,
Nature forswears

— Emily Dickinson