Tuppence A Bag

A few weeks ago, I saw a woman at the store who had 
scooped herself up a large bag of bulk birdseed to give out to her yard birds. My little bird heart leaped for joy knowing 
that her winter birds would be well fed.

It made me laugh, too, because she appeared to be the kind of woman who might also talk to the birds just a bit as she spread the birdseed around. There is nothing wrong with that at all.
 Tuppence a bag. 

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A House Where Within

We are now living in

A house where within

Live two darling kittens

One just turned seven 

He is a little bit of heaven

Sweet and soulful almond eyes

Content to sit and gaze at skies

Just wants to be left alone

Sitting quiet as a stone

The other much younger

Just over a year

She will stalk and pounce

And suddenly appear

Her eyes round as the moon

She is growing up way too soon

 
Two darling kittens

A sister and brother

Meant to be here

One for the other

The Autumn Sound

Go, sit upon the lofty hill, And turn your eyes around,
Where waving woods and waters wild
Do hymn an autumn sound.

~Elizabeth Barrett Browning, "The Autumn"

Walkers Walk

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If you are a walker, then you should walk.

If you are a writer, you should write.

Then why don't I walk and write that much anymore,

Why don't I find time for the things I adore?

There are so many other things that fill up my time,

But I want to make time for the things that make me who I am.

Walkers walk.

Writers write.

Simplify. 

Like Thoreau.

He walked, too. 

Stills, Beauties, and A Beast

 

Beauty and the Beast

 Pocahontis

Rapunzel

Snow White

See the photo shoot here

The Giving Tree

October-Best

We have finally stepped into October. I write as I look out the open window, the wind blowing, the fading sun making it's way west, a cool breeze flowing through the house, and I can hear crinkled and withered leaves blowing along the road. It's divine, all of it. October is best.