A Bit of the Blarney

The grass is green, the flowers are blooming and the weeds are thriving. It won't be long before we have to prune the bushes. . .whe...

A burst of color Beautiful colors and hues Sharing the same home Lessons for us all All need the same nourishment No one mor...

Oh, my pretty one Delicate and beautiful What is your name ~~~^j^~~~ Thanks be to God! Cathy Please join Maggie a...

WELCOME It's a most beautiful time of the year.  The leaves begin to change, but flowers continue to bud and bloom.  I do love t...

Mountain meadows call Lakes glisten in the sunlight Blossoms look skyward Mountain meadows call Never closer to heaven Much ...

And the Adventure continues.  Why not come along for the journey? As a kid I loved  Scavenger hunts with my friends It's the ki...

Ron and I had a glorious walk this morning.  When we walked down by the river there was a cool breeze and as if on cue the barges were on...

Beginning a new adventure today.  I'm joining Vee at her Note Card Party this month.  It looks like an enjoyable way to spend a W...

~~~~~~~ * ~~~ * ~~~ * ~~~~~~~ My mom lives in an adult community in Montana that has the loveliest gardens.  And...

nature is God's own color and life abounding thanks be to God The fish in the pond are finally coming to the top to feed s...

This week I missed Haiku My Heart...I hate it when that happens.  It give me a chance to use the "little gray cells" to challen...

Dewdrops and flowers Glorious and wonderful days Memories of this ~~~~~~~    ~~~^j^~~~  Thanks be to God!...

Bittersweet October.  The mellow, messy, leaf-kicking, perfect pause between the opposing miseries of summer and winter.  ~Carol Bisho...

Soft and gentle rain Revives a sleeping nature Glorious color. Isn't Gentleman "Todd Turtle" handsome? All decked...

Pictures from vacation, 2011 Clouds flung into view A vast sea of fluffy white Just for our delight! Wee flowers in the pond...

Flowers... are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty outvalues all the utilities of the world.  ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, 1844 Even wi...

The tulips are gone.  The daffodils have passed.  And for two weeks we've had nothing but thunderstorms, hail and rain.  Now is the ti...