Such a nice refreshing break from slush and mud, slush and mud. Except what would life be without a little slush and mud? It would be like living in Zimbabwe where we had 350 days a year of beautiful blue skies, but complained that we rarely had “weather.”
As a rule
Man’s a fool
When it’s hot
He wants it cool
When it’s cool
He wants it hot
He always wants
Just what it’s not.
- found on a truckstop bathroom stall, probably scratched by a driver hauling a load of philosophy textbooks.
This was such a captivating piece! Thank you for sharing these lovely thoughts, readings and images. And the idea of the fenceposts slinking away at the offer of a warm drink was delightful.
Another real reading treat, Tara. I am desperate for green leaves again. Our daffodils are getting closer all the time to exploding into bloom and I can't wait to go barefoot on the grass again.
Nothing says summer like bare feet in grass. I’m going to work on enjoying the frost patterns while they’re here and also anticipating bare feet. Thank you, Kathy, for that delightful addition!
Wonderful Tara, and I love the weaving of reality with imagination. So...dreamy! My own gardening, much like how I tend my days, is not nearly so manicured as those I often see pictured. Stunning, and admirable in the kind of care and attention they require, they also leave me sending out little wishes for what grows in my own messy spaces: "Persist, my friends! The world needs your beauty even when it's unable to give back!" In January, I imagine them enjoying a much-needed rest. 💚
Aaahh, I was right there in the garden with you. How wonderful to escape the eternal glooomy cloud of the atmospheric river. Thanks!
Oh yes, an atmospheric river makes a good opportunity for imaginative leaps to summer! Glad to help between beautiful snows.
"petting the soft, fanning needles of a Douglas fir"--I love this image! (I always have to stop and pet any Lamb's Ears I come across... .)
Agreed! I tend to touch the lamb’s ears, too. :-)
Such a nice refreshing break from slush and mud, slush and mud. Except what would life be without a little slush and mud? It would be like living in Zimbabwe where we had 350 days a year of beautiful blue skies, but complained that we rarely had “weather.”
As a rule
Man’s a fool
When it’s hot
He wants it cool
When it’s cool
He wants it hot
He always wants
Just what it’s not.
- found on a truckstop bathroom stall, probably scratched by a driver hauling a load of philosophy textbooks.
That’s a pretty fine piece of bathroom philosophy there! 🤔😂
We only frequent the best.
😂
This was such a captivating piece! Thank you for sharing these lovely thoughts, readings and images. And the idea of the fenceposts slinking away at the offer of a warm drink was delightful.
Thank you, Jeffrey! I admit that I’m keeping a closer eye on the fence since writing. 😉
😅
Though winter offers its own gifts, who doesn't yearn at least a little for chilling in the summer shade?
Haha! Brrr -- I think I just dropped a couple of degrees reading about "chilling." Cleverness in the comment section calls for warmer layers. 😂
L O L
"I close my eyes to a hot swirl of hauntings." You evoked place with colour, aroma, texture ... And a touch of je ne sais quoi.
Thank you, Safar. Something wasn’t quite finished until that line came along. Je ne sais quoi was the missing thing. :-)
Another real reading treat, Tara. I am desperate for green leaves again. Our daffodils are getting closer all the time to exploding into bloom and I can't wait to go barefoot on the grass again.
Nothing says summer like bare feet in grass. I’m going to work on enjoying the frost patterns while they’re here and also anticipating bare feet. Thank you, Kathy, for that delightful addition!
Wonderful Tara, and I love the weaving of reality with imagination. So...dreamy! My own gardening, much like how I tend my days, is not nearly so manicured as those I often see pictured. Stunning, and admirable in the kind of care and attention they require, they also leave me sending out little wishes for what grows in my own messy spaces: "Persist, my friends! The world needs your beauty even when it's unable to give back!" In January, I imagine them enjoying a much-needed rest. 💚
I might walk around today saying, “Persist, my friends, at your rest” and try to take the lesson. Can’t hurt. :-)
A lovely respite from the busyness and clutter of everyday life. And the gardens are beautiful. I'd love to visit them sometime.
Thank you.
Glad you enjoyed it. Lakewold is not large, but it is lovingly tended. :-)