a spirit of simplicity

cozy, big skies, mellow out, driftwood bonfire, acorns, relaxed, ebb, flow, together bottles of beach house red wine 6 word friday

I like this corner of my living room it's filled with  sepia toned photographs and afternoon light ~ I walked the beach last night the wind was blowing hard and cold off the ocean  my cheeks were rosy red and my fingers were cold as I took off my wellies in the kitchen time for  a cupan tae  ~  leaves are falling all around  when we come home we crunch through a pile of them at the bottom of the back porch steps I'm not ready to rake them up yet though I like the way they smell ~ there is only the one bottle of white wine left in the fridge I won't buy any more until the warm days return red wine is for the late autumn and winter season ~  I love this season of autumn we are out of doors less often  and so we get a chance to be a little  introspective random 5 friday friday finds

in the high hay field yesterday they walked the wood in the later afternoon when the shadows fell long  two of them frolicked with  the dreams of youth  that skipped farther ahead and paused for a moment on the curve  in the leaf littered path where the sun shone down in splintered sunlight two of them heard silent footfalls   meandering on the green earth behind them and brought to mind other days  not so long past  they walked slow enough to hear ancient laughter in the sound the leaves made when they fell they harvested  dreams and things that might be or may have been already  the four of them   and they welcomed the phantom  that danced so full of mirth between them and kept their company on these hallowed trails and sang the song of the forest then when they reached the high hay field that phantom took his bow and left them to the twilight t

Jack out and about   in the oaken wood     on the open road  with his old man full of optimism abc wednesday outdoor wednesday

the wood was lovely that day we walked through a magical fairy land  yellow and muted browns seem to be the colors  this autumn not so many oranges or reds so that when you do see them they look as if they are on fire Tuesday muse texture tuesday nature notes garden tuesday

mosaic monday amaze me monday mellow yellow monday

we dig deep holes in gravel put up fences and build our walls up brick by brick it's a balancing act they tell us as if we could have noticed everything as if we could have prepared for tentacles that climbed our fortresses and left our eyes and mouths staring into vacancy in the end we are nothing  time cheats us all and trashes everything poetry pantry sunday whirl

watching leafy first world problem we have had a glorious past few weeks and so I struggled with this particular prompt even our cell phone service has been uninterrupted  still all was still as we came to this spot in the wood we sat for a moment and listened to the leaves falling a good day Joe and I went apple picking with my daughters and his sons it's fairly rare that we all get to be together but when we do it's a great big love fest!! scavenger hunt sunday our beautiful world

we walked the oaken wood for the past 3 days the colored leaves and dappled sunlight  have been beautiful  but the acorns are scarce this year even standing under great oaks that are hundreds of years old acorns have been hard to find some years are like that  ~ yesterday just as we started up the trail from the high hay field we saw a deer standing  we all just froze and watched each other for a bit and then she leaped off ~ later as we came out of the high hay field on the way home we came upon a couple riding their horses  through the autumn wood they stopped and let the boys sit on the horses for a moment a beautiful black fresian horse from Norway such a beautiful animal ~ the later mornings are making me want to sleep in later my internal body clock rises and falls with the sun ~ apple picking last week was great fun we had my daughters and Joe's boys with us my moth

the road through the wood  smells of autumn in October we walk in dappled sunlight and it's all lacy leaves of orange and yellow footsteps crinkle and shuffle and kick up leaves as we go traipsing along to the high field where the deer come out to feed in the twilight we are going back again tomorrow acorns and yellow feathers and giant oak leaves    await us there   treasures of infinite value little things thursday share your cup thursday favorite things home acre hop

Nicitiana from September's garden by now there is naught but seed abc wednesday outdoor wednesday

morning sunlight through the kitchen window  ~ ~ ~ i have brought the geraniums indoors to overwinter they are set up all over the house and litter the floors with their petals it is a small price to pay for such cheerful and colorful beauty  we shall have few flowers till spring so i am loathe to sweep them up but let them stay as they lay all tiny droplets of bright beauty on the wooden floor  in the sunlight tuesday muse texture tuesday nature notes garden tuesday

He was born in a burst of thunder and spent his life mending the edges of a sleepy world with microscopic circular stitches some called him a prophet and some a drunkard they were bound by their own mediocrity and had no other expectations it seems to me he trumped them all Sunday whirl poetry pantry

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Johnny Walker was an arrogant bastard he left me in the barrio while he went after my middle sister I called El Presidente who sent his Captain Morgan but in the morning they were all gone in a green flash Next time I think I'll stick to Belvedere Imaginary gardens with real toads the prompt is different types of Alcohol...

I swept my chances into a yellow basket filled with clever blinks and secret handshakes and the flesh of my dreams I set it down in a corner of the porch  for the length of another human's life time now there is a nest of ripened stars where once that basket stood and so I pull them out one by one and fly poetry whirl poetry pantry

Green It's not that easy being green having to spend each day the color of the leaves when I think it could be nicer being red or yellow or gold or  something much more colorful like that When green is all there is to be. It could make you wonder why. But why wonder, why wonder? I'm green and it'll do fine. It's beautiful! And I think It's what I want to be! Kermit the frog 6 word Friday

Write      I am attending college for the first time in my life! There are many different reasons why I never attended before none of which I want to go into here...we only have 5 minutes. I am enjoying it now more than I ever thought I would. I am surprising myself! I have remembered that I am smart! Joe has been telling me that for years but I wasn't convinced. Yesterday at school I had a class mate tell me I am smart as well. This is such good news to me! I have spent the last 20 years being convinced that I wasn't very smart.      I have to take comp 101. Please imagine sad, frowny faces inserted here...It's a lot of writing .  I have always written on a blog or in a journal. But, this is formal writing in a certain style on a certain topic. So far, I am doing very well though and more importantly I'm stretching myself out of a comfort zone and I like it!! 5 minute friday

This little fellow flew into the window on our porch last weekend....three times  He just kept getting up and doing it over again. He was so stunned that he just sat on the porch getting it together for about a half hour. Which of course gave me the perfect opportunity to go out there with my camera and get a picture. At last he flew away hopefully a little wiser. I am not sure what type of bird he is...perhaps a female goldfinch? ~ I have picked up some bird seed for the feeder on the porch. We are experiencing what I think will be the last of the beautiful warm weather for the past few days so I think I'll wait a bit before I put it out. ~ I still have to pull the geraniums in to over winter.  Every time I bring them in the temperatures climb back up and I lug them back out to the porch. I might be willing to work out some kind of a deal with mother nature if it would keep the temps from getting too cold. At least thr

Last of the summer blossoms  Lingering on the vine abc wednesday outdoor wednesday

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