Morning light graced my cheek, the clock read 6:15 and my body said no way as I slowly put one foot in front of the other in search of a steamy cup of coffee. My legs and back are sore from a weekend of pulling weeds and planting flowers. The pain is worth the feeling of accomplishment and the fact that the herb pots are once again alive with aromatic goodness makes me smile. There will be a few more mondays with sore muscles before my garden will flourish with love but I’m okay with that.
This day began in the mid-fifties but as I tip-toed across the dewy deck, admiring my work, I heard the weather man promise a high of eighty-five degrees before this day is done. I took a deep breath and another sip of hot coffee as thoughts of bare feet and long summer days in the garden crept in.
Had a great weekend up-north- came home to a garden full of surprises.
Peony flowers are my fave and this yummy shade of red fades to a soft pink in the warm sun. Love, love…
Love the wispy stems that end with an explosion of pink. It doesn’t get much better than this…
chive, chive and more chives, they’ve taken over my garden with a vengeance. I love the fresh green stem topped with a bulging head filled with potential, just waiting to explode.
This is the end of our tour and the start to a Monday full of potential.
BTW speaking of potential
she’s lovely and listed
Pristine white, quiet, crisp and cold, the stillness of a winter’s storm brings solitude and a restful sleep. But soon that slumber will be interrupted by the warmth of the sun and the emergence of tiny green shoots giving birth to spring. I can hardly wait to dig in the dirt, run barefoot through the garden and display freshly cut flowers on my table. I love the business of birds gathering twigs for their nest. I can’t wait to see something other than white outside my window. I want to feel warmth of the morning sun on my face, go for a walk, shed protective layers of wool and forgo the zippers that shield me from the cold.
I remind myself daily that it won’t be long before there are flowers just beyound my door and an afternoon outside will bring sweat to my brow. I’m eagerly waiting…
image borrowed from wedding pros on wordpress
The softness of a delicate blossom, the sight of newly emerged shoots in a most vibrant shade of green makes the long wait worth while.
A short break in the rain allowed me a trip through the garden for the last cuttings of the year. A handful of roses and a small bouquet of lavender made the perfect centerpiece on my breakfast table. A little romance for breakfast never hurt anybody!
Prelude to a kiss
Kind words are softly spoken
as two lips tenderly melt into one.
a spell is cast,
and the dance begins.
The arrangement not only made the perfect decoration for my table this romantic image made its way into my studio. I loved the look so much, I decided it was worthy of forever. The title was inspired by one of my favorite movies with the same title. Here’s a clip of Meg Ryan’s Prelude to a Kiss.
I just had to mention a special friend and her perfect day- she so deserves it! Click on the image and take a quick trip. There is nothing more special than a loyal friend!
The artwork and award are by a very talented artist Ces, check out her amazing work.
My wish for you- an extra special weekend!
New tires crunched along the gravel path until her bike came to a stop in front of the beautiful garden that Mr. Smith had professionally designed last spring. There is no way he’d notice a the missing flower or two should she decide to snip a few and how could he possibly deny a bouquet to the woman who had been his lover the year before. Just as she got up the nerve to lay down her bike and enter the wrought iron gate before her, a loud rumble over-head forced her eyes to look up into the grey skies. It wouldn’t be long before that thunder cloud unleashed and made it nearly impossible for her to make it back home. She smiled the kind of tight-lipped grin that said she was up to something. Her leg swung over the bar and her feet maneuvered the peddles back to the paved road that lead to her home. Her speed made it look as though she was determined to make it back before the storm but her mind was simply spell bound.
It’s a rainy Wednesday morning and I felt the itch to do a little story telling. I wish I could spend a little more time here with you today but life gets in the way sometimes.
Some days beg for a little eccentric charm and this crazy outfit is perfect.
Wouldn’t you agree? Young and cute= looking perfect in any outfit. He hee
Follow me to the secret garden
She came to this place as though it were by instinct. The pathway to this hidden place was lush and closed in around her as she approached the hedge. The old hedge of Crepe Myrtles stretched 30 feet or more along the hillside. When she stepped past it there was a heavy wrought iron gate that was now rusted and broken away from its hinges. It was covered in thick vines weaving their way through every hole. Everything looked so intriguing through heavy iron and leafy vines. The gate made the garden more alluring and she heard it call her name. Temptation forced her to take a peek and she was rendered breathless at the sight. Someone had gone to a lot of trouble to hide this place it must be a secret worth keeping. It looked as if this garden had a mind of its own and was not willing to reveal its secret too easily. It resembled an old Gothic graveyard and a most unusual sight, like a time and place in another world. It was so close and hidden in a landscape of open beach dunes only a few feet away. The garden was hauntingly beautiful but it was filled with a resonance of deep sorrow that radiated throughout the grounds. Roses and honeysuckle vines grew wildly and the moon flowers were just beginning to open as the light began to fade. Night Jasmine saturated the air with a luring scent that said come closer. The graveyard garden was bordered by a rusty iron fence and each three foot section ended with a 7 foot pole. Hanging from each pole was a glowing garden lantern. The light that flickered as the lanterns swayed with the breeze dazzled her eyes. It bathed the garden with shimmering light and set it apart from the landscape that surrounded it. The plants seemed to respond to her arrival by growing taller and unleashing an intoxicating scent as she passed by.
Twilight, lovely flowers, and a lantern’s glow set this garden apart from the world. It was silent except for the sound of the breeze that whispered through the vines. The whispering silence made her feel on edge and uncomfortable standing in her own skin. Her heart raced as she felt every breath hot and damp coming from her lips. It seemed more like a dream; this place couldn’t be real. She looked to the center of the memorial garden and there was a beautiful angel standing seven feet tall with her wings gracefully opened wide. The base of the statue read, “Angel of Hope”. Suddenly she got the feeling that she didn’t belong and was intruding on a private space but then she noticed something. The name on the little head stone at the base of the statue was familiar. It was in the middle of tiny flowers and several other broken headstones. Rose vines had taken over and grew wildly in and out of the head stones and over the wrought iron fence. A honeysuckle vine was spewing a heavy scent into the atmosphere. If it weren’t for the stunning beauty of this place it would be almost unbearable. The emotion of this secret garden was overwhelming and she couldn’t help but be over-taken by the power of sadness that resonated. Her time in this secret garden was a walk that weaved its way through the lies of her life but she didn’t recognize the truth that was standing right before her.
It felt like a good day for story telling. This story is based on the time I went searching for my roots and found the truth in a beautiful garden/cemetery.
Enjoy this day and everyday!
Sometimes the awful weather and low light work in my favor. I love the soft dreamy colors in this pic.
I was in the garden yesterday morning cutting back the roses and snapping a few pics when I felt as though I was being watched, kind of like I felt in the cemetery the other day. I looked around, nothing, so I got back to work. Then I heard a thud in the woods. Ah huh, just as I thought- a little watcher in the woods. There she stood stomping her feet at me . She would stomp one foot and move closer then stomp the other and get a little closer. I guess she was challenging me to a dual over the roses.
This image looks like it was taken through a window. It wasn’t, just a low light blur because she was in mid-stop when I took it. Notice the extra set of blurred eyes in the upper left. Kind of creepy.
She eats all the pretty things in my garden whenever she gets the chance. BTW I won. She gave up after I snapped this pic and walked a little closer. I hope she didn’t get her revenge. I haven’t been out to inspect my garden yet this morning it’s too cold. Yes, I know it’s July but this is Michigan and our weather has been nuts. It’s been cold and rainy for days and making me crazy. Maybe that will explain this next paragraph.
I grew up a country girl not exactly on a farm but in the country. I lived next to my grandparents retired farm and we did have horses. I liked nothing better than hanging around the farm and assumed that I would live in the country the rest of my life. Well, I grew up and got over that in a hurry. I like the country don’t get me wrong but I prefer to live in the city with a little garden space and street lights. Recently my feelings have started to change a bit and I’m enjoying the country a little more, feeding stray cats and considering getting a camper. Getting a camper? Am I nuts? We used to camp but I was more than happy to give that up. I prefer the Holiday Inn style of camping-it’s much cleaner and the toilets always flush.
So I’m wondering what is making me change into a little bit country. It has to be this past year of insane weather that’s making me crazy and Mr. Java too. The other day he mentioned wanting to buy an old farm and plant hay for a hobby and to make a little extra cash. I just can’t see that happening. My dreams do not include becoming a farmer’s wife. What I had in mind for the future was a little more like buying a beach house to escape the cold winter. I can definitely see myself walking the beach while picking up shells every morning, not doing chores on the farm. I love to visit the country but feel more comfortable in a neighborhood close to town. If I’m not careful I may get kicked out of the neighborhood when they find out I’m feeding two stray cats and one is pregnant. No, I’m not a crazy cat lady I just have a soft spot for animals without food. BTW I totally tamed the bob-cat he now rolls over on his back for me to scratch his belly.
I can’t believe this weekend is the forth of July already, wow! Mr. Java has his huge stash of illegal… shhh, fireworks in the garage and we’re headed to the lake to spend the day at my sister’s cottage. Last year I found a few treasures from the neighbor next door who had just moved here from Tibet. She was selling some of her cultural treasures. maybe I’ll get lucky again this year.
This is a little spiritual niche I have in my office. A few statues, prayer wheel, a hope, faith, pray necklace I made and acloche filled with various things collected from nature. I’m sure you noticed the money at the base of my Buddha statue. That tradition was started by strangers passing by my garden. It’s a long story best saved for another day.
Enjoy your day. Remember to take a moment or two for yourself.
Endless summer between the sheets
Ahhh, summer- I love it so. It’s a time when clothes are optional well at least in the house and shoes are forgotten. The warm sun feels good on my skin and the breeze blows a familiar smell of freshly mowed grass through my window. It’s a time when families gather and children run free through the yard with an open jar ready to catch the first fire-fly of the season.
Summer’s child is curious by nature
and adventurous by design,
a versatile soul that bounces like the flickering light
of a summer afternoon.
This child is kind and willing to bend like the willow
and float like a butterfly.
Her stellar personality shines when in the spotlight
like a newly bloomed flower.
This lover of nature throws seeds of love
to all who dwell within her garden.
I wish summer could last forever and ever. After a great weekend I felt inspired to share a few of my favorite things about the season. I know it’s only June but I want to savor every moment that this beautiful time of year has to offer.
I love the garden this time of year with it’s freshly opened blooms. I love growing tasty herbs in little pots outside my window and use them when I cook. My cooking needs all the help it can get. .. teeehee
An amazing sunrise over the misty pond.
Okay that’s enough beautiful summer day dreams for today. There is something I saw that I found quite amazing and I want to share it with you. Although I think it was beautiful in it’s own way, I’m not sure how the rest of you will feel about it. WARNING… many of you may find this a little disturbing.
This weekend I took a load of trash out to the kirby (trash can) and when I opened the lid I was shocked by what I saw. Mr. J had been cleaning out the garage and decided to pitch an old duffel bag, he barely peeked inside and saw that it was filled with old junk no longer needed. Well little did he realize that this little bag had become a home to a family of deer mice. So as I opened the lid on the top of the garbage can mound stood a mommy mouse with four or five babies attached to her. She saw me and started to run when one of the babies fell off so she went back and layed down beside it until it reattached itself, then she took off again.
I have never seen anything like it. No I didn’t get a picture- I’m not in the habit of carrying my camera to the trash can. I’m not afraid of mice but the thought of them crawling on me is disturbing so I quickly closed the lid. Now if you have nightmares because of this I am sorry but I just couldn’t help sharing.
Have an amazing day- without the mice.
I’ll be doing a little garden gazing; only after all my work is done 😉
I’m still waiting for a little sunshine.
No I didn’t grow these amazing things I bought them.
I love this time of year. It has been a little too cool for me but the trees are all full and the flowers are wonderful. The whole growing season is so uplifting and June is my fave. It’s when all the roots get a good hold and start to show off a little. Yesterday was an ordinary day in June except for a couple of amazing things that happened. Now amazing is a pretty strong word to use and the things that I’m talking about weren’t life changing or earth shattering but they did in fact amaze me.
By now you have probably gathered that I love the outdoors, as long as it’s not too cold. As soon as things warm up a little I open the windows and even the door to my deck. This drives my mother crazy because she says I’m letting the bugs in. Well sometimes she’s right but yesterday I had a visitor of another kind sneak through the open door. We were sitting down to eat dinner peacefully when a couple of beautiful creatures popped (flew) in. Two gorgeous ruby- throated hummingbirds were so engaged in battle that they didn’t realize where there little spat had led. As they raced around my living and dining room trying to find an escape hatch the dogs were barking and Mr. J was trying to catch them . I of course was chasing the whole circus of activity around with my camera. They’re much too quick and I didn’t get the shot but what I witnessed was way cooler (is that a word?) than a picture. The first little bird got so tired that he landing on Mr. J’s arm and allowed him to walk out the door and release him. The second bird got tired too and rested in his hands and then flew off to the garden. It was the best dinner show I’ve ever seen!
There’s nothing like fresh flowers on the window sil.
The second thing that happened would probably fall more in the startling or shocking category. Over the past two weeks I have watched two black bird’s attempts at building a nest in my paper box. They have put sticks in and taken sticks out for two weeks. Then all of a sudden they quit. So I thought well the poor things finally gave up. I walked out to get the mail and decided to take a peek in the box and maybe remove the sticks. Well as soon as I bent down and got my face close to the hole I saw a little black bird sitting in the box and then he just disappeared. No it wasn’t magic, he slipped down a hole in the bricks where he apparently has his nest. All along I was wondering why those dumb birds would build a nest in the empty tube that gets a paper shoved in it twice a week. I quess I under estimated the Little buggers. Their nest is hidden between the bricks, safe and warm- amazing! Yes, amazing is the word of the day!
I’m off to the printers today to make sure a few pics like the ones above are worthy and then hopefully they will be listed yet this week in the studio.
Oh BTW I did finally manage to get a head shot for my unravelling class that wasn’t too scary. It wasn’t great and I had morning hair but I posted it anyway.
It’s hard enough to look decent in a head shot, let alone trying to pose and snap the picture yourself. My arms just aren’t long enough. You can bet I curled my hair after looking at this shot.
Cheers to Wednesday!