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she came upon a them unbidden as she walked the edge of the hillside where the patches of sunlight spill down in the fields long ago she  had  been cut by their sharp words long ago she gave them back the rules that they exacted   she did not stop where they were gathered   she did not worship swarms of  ghosts poetry whirl poetry pantry

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over the weekend I will be bringing the geraniums in to over winter in the sunny dining room They are flowering like crazy right now and they look so pretty I absolutely adore pumpkins If I was forced to choose a vegetable for a friend I would choose a pumpkin they're so versatile and cheery and if you get tired of standing you can sit on them and if you get tired of carrying them you can make them into pie of course that wouldn't be very friendly... Autumn is my favorite time of year and October is my favorite month in the fall July is my favorite summer month and in July summer is my favorite time of year I like May very much as well... Winter will never be my favorite time of year although I have come to terms with it... winter and I have come to an understanding Now that the sun is rising a bit later and the mornings are a bit cooler  I haven't been out to the beach at sunrise in a few weeks We

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twilight saw us bike riding down the little hill to the old dock past the old couple sitting on their porch watching the sunset  last of the summer cosmos  growing up all wild like along the pathway  by now the crisp autumn breeze has blown them over petals whirling down onto the pavement and  whisked down the little road to the beach farewell my sweet cosmos with your gay and graceful blossoms nodding adieu to the dying light  of a last summer evening nature notes tuesday muse texture tuesday garden tuesday

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 she peered into the reflective pool  stories  of her youth bubbled up from beneath the murky water long ago she had exiled those spirits  now she followed the piles of clues  to who she used to be one  two three one mustn't be rash when dealing with secrets she had already clawed her way out of that cradle   so she grabbed the apple in her teeth and took a big crispy bite the sunday whirl poetry pantry

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something you wore linen and denim freshly washed I live on the beach and when I hang out the clothes they smell like a an ocean breeze reflection I have been reflecting lately on where my paths have taken me and where they haven't inside your fridge orange juice pickles grapes bread daily routine twilight bike rides morning autumn flowers blossoming along the path to the beach the other morning scavenger hunt sunday

dappled light in the yellowing maples yesterday morning we stood on the porch and watched the harvest moon setting and the sun rising over the island we've had some nights that have gotten down into the low 50's and I think my morning glory is done it was lovely to see those blossoms every morning fresh and new I am very much looking forward to this weekend it's the first one in quite a while that Joe and I have both had off the boys will be with us as well I suppose I'll be making a trip to the market today random five friday finds

 we stood on the  porch this morning and watched both the big harvest moon setting  and the sun rising over the island  later we noticed this fishing boat headed out from the harbor i've been so busy with all my school work it's the first time that i've been in school in 35 years! i am so excited and anxious and exhausted and terrified it's much more work than i thought it would be somehow i forgot about how much time homework would take i am beginning to get used to it though i'm seeing a flow now - i don't feel so overwhelmed i like it i can do it  little things Thursday share your cup  Thursday favorite things oh the places I've been home acre hop

yesterday she noticed the queen anne's lace had browned and turned in again it must have happened while she was at the market washing the dishes sweeping off the porch  walking laughing loving living her life nature notes tuesday muse texture tuesday  garden party tuesday garden tuesday

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in short 30 second TV clips they seek vibrant eyes and violet lips does this make me look  vivacious? does this make me look sumptuous? does this make me sassy and single?  they slather themselves with vacuous manipulations and spread their legs for the master poetry pantry dverse sunday whirl

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get artsy read a book Peter Pan has a bit of a cold we read some of Little House  and all fell asleep early enjoy a pumpkin drink  I found this delicious coffee at our local Home Goods store  I paid less for a pound than I would have for one latte at starbucks  something sweet I love d'anjou pears at this time of year  Malachi teddy bear extraordinaire scavenger hunt Sunday

this was the summer that ma died after a lengthy illness so old friends gathered together today but emptiness hovered in that small church touching them with ghostly fingers standing next to them on the sidewalk because childhood died suddenly in the closet that summer and that was the loss they were not prepared for I just want to add that this was not written about my own mother who is alive and well. friday 55

silly my brother's trying to steal my nieces ice cream sunday while she wasn't looking... needless to say he didn't get away with it something outside heart shaped stones set on the porch rail saturday's photo hunting the saturday photo hunt

I've found the beaches quieter now that labor day has come and gone. it's different when there's no so many people it's peaceful ~ ~ I am finding myself very busy with all of the extra reading and writing school requires. It's a little bit overwhelming getting used to this schedule but it's very exciting as well. ~ ~ I noticed a blossom on the moon-flower vine this morning. I'm hoping that we may have a bloom before the winter sets in. ~ ~ mornings and evenings the geese fly over our house. They are landing or taking off from the beaches on either side of us so they are flying very low. We're on the second floor so they pass right by our windows. If we're out on the porch it's as if we can reach out and touch them. Honk, Honk! ~  ~ When I was a girl the kids in my neighborhood gathered up all the berries on the bayberry bushes and melted them down to make candles with the wax. It takes an awful

bayberries the bayberry bushes are loaded with berries i've been to the path along the beach i brought home  a little clipping in a small jelly jar  and set it on the kitchen table the morning sun shines in through the window lighting on the greenish grey berries  warming them just enough to perfume the house with their fragrance bringing nature inside is one of my favorite things to do little things thursday    share your cup thursday thursday favorite things oh the places i've been home acre hop

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september's mellow the trees in the side yard are not quite healthy they're battered by the winds and salt coming off of the ocean they're old they've been dropping leaves for weeks now like senior citizens that show up for a five o'clock dinner at 4:30 they're early for the spectacular autumn show the trees in the side yard drop crispy leaves that have already browned and are curling in at the edges they've been falling on the grass and accumulating at the borders where the wind blows them and they get hung up on the old railroad ties it looks more like October than the very start of September brings to mind that old song when life was slow and oh so mellow Tuesday muse texture tuesday garden party tuesday nature notes garden tuesday

the cardinals have been coming back to the porch in search of seed we've seen both the male and the female chirping away out there but the feeders have been empty most of summer  i will fill them again now that fall is in the air and put some water out there in hopes of attracting the goldfinches that gather at the bird bath  in the yard i love the blue feeder you can see behind the geraniums the light shines through the glass in such a pretty way all summer long it's been hanging there with no seed in it at all the beaches were just about empty on labor day weekend it was cooler and cloudy  nice to have the place to myself again mosaic monday blue monday

It traveled with us as we looked at our worlds speeding by It puffed its foul thick smoke into the very air of our cities and towns we look out from our windows of perception at the world speeding by and did we know it traveled with us? Did it live in all of us -this thing with a pulse this thing on the opposite side of the table that sat -or stood, though there were chairs to spare Is it true what they say? that children are not born with prejudice? I can't remember back that far. the mag

some people used only linear dimensions  avenues laid straight in front of them invariable, unbent, unswerving my answers seem to be at the center  of a magic ball some times am I the only one to be intrigued by  that ringing bell and then I remember there are stains on all of us we all pay a price for being alive the sunday whirl dverse poetry pantry

Labor day/work I am a student again so that is my work right now. phone call It is a year this week that my mother's husband suddenly passed away. We celebrated his life and enjoyed the company of the people he had touched in some way. But neither my mum, my sister or brother, nor myself will ever forget the phone call that night. pills this is a very old picture taken before I had my Nikon.   W.C. Fields once said "I don't eat grapes. I'm not in the habit of drinking my wine in the form of a pill." I don't take pills. I do, however, drink wine. up close white space   scavenger hunt sunday

saturday photo hunting shadow the saturday photo hunt fave which is the season of Autumn  and the sedum blooming in the nearby gardens signifies that autumn is near quotography darkness I suppose it's true that without darkness we could not have light   pink saturday

Billy they gathered to celebrate  no longer tethered to this earthly life he had worn his crown well it was  tattered and torn was he in a loft above them -he would have scoffed trifecta

She made her coffee with a French coffee press strong and cinnamon flavored every morning she waited for the tea kettle to whistle the pressure would pop the cap if she didn't turn the heat off soon enough the irony of that didn't escape her as she poured the hot coffee into her red mug friday 55 5 minute friday

On Tuesday we had my mother over for dinner.  She brought me two little squares of lavender scented soaps and some cocktail napkins. She's nice like that.  ~ ~ ~ September is my favorite month and October is my next favorite.  Those two months are crazy beautiful here in New England. My grown daughter called me the other day to get my meatball recipe.  I feel like I've passed some sort of mother-hood test now that  they've grown up enough to ask for my recipes. It's not even my recipe. I got it out of a cookbook less than 10 years ago. It certainly wasn't passed down from generation to generation. I'm Irish -we're not exactly known for our cooking. ~ ~ ~ I almost never watch anything on TV except for movies. the other day  a commercial for honey-boo-boo came on while we were scanning through on-demand  and I felt like I'd been violated. I had to take a shower. ~ ~ ~ Remember last week when I said I wo

in the stillness of an evening a hush came down so at the end of day  they rode their bikes to the beach and rambled out amongst the slippery seaweed to the big rock where the two seagulls were where daddy had walked with his father when he was a little boy  crabs were there and mussels and clams sometimes lobsters - but not that night up on the beach a family had dug a pit in the sand  and built a fire in it their children played in the surf and their grandmother sat in a pink and white chair  nothing disturbed the stillness of the twilight even the moon daren't rise for fear of rippling the water with her silvery light when the tide started to turn and the sun began to sink low they walked back up to the bikes laughing at clams spitting water  and imagined they could hear mermaids  laughing with them little things thursday share your cup thursday Thursday favorite things oh th