Dressed in reds and golds
Royal in her finery
Atumn has arrived
Friday, September 25, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Third Time Not the Charm....
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Tuesday Teasers....
"A good house, deep in the woods, with a garden all around it and a river flowing past it. Fruit trees, and flowers planted for the bees. A place to grow my herbs. Silence in winter, and in summer nothing but the birds. Lonely as the grave, and every bit as restful."
and....
He was not listening. He was as deep in his own shocked thoughts as I was. "Do you mean she was a witch? A real one? I know people said so, and she used to laugh. She said she sometimes saw the future a bit, and she would tease me about that, what was going to happen to me, but it was always funny, I mean just fun. Wasn't it?"
If I've tempted you to read this book, it is "Thornyhold" by Mary Stewart
and....
He was not listening. He was as deep in his own shocked thoughts as I was. "Do you mean she was a witch? A real one? I know people said so, and she used to laugh. She said she sometimes saw the future a bit, and she would tease me about that, what was going to happen to me, but it was always funny, I mean just fun. Wasn't it?"
If I've tempted you to read this book, it is "Thornyhold" by Mary Stewart
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Care for a Cupcake....
Thursday, September 10, 2009
My Poor Little Guy....
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Tempting Tuesday....
"So much has changed," I said softly. "It looks the same, it seems the same, but there are so many of them gone now, and you can feel the holes where they were. What long shadows they cast..."
and
Oh Peter. Don't leave any of us again. We are all here, every one of us, all together in this place I love more than any other on earth.
If I've tempted you to read this book, it is "Colony" by Anne Rivers Siddons
and
Oh Peter. Don't leave any of us again. We are all here, every one of us, all together in this place I love more than any other on earth.
If I've tempted you to read this book, it is "Colony" by Anne Rivers Siddons
Saturday, September 5, 2009
A Teeny Tiny Visitor....
Wish I could get a picture of him/her. But alas, it would be like trying to capture a picture of a fairy.... You see, my little visitor is a hummingbird! I'm so excited and delighted.... My first time ever seeing one was about 5 or 6 years ago when I was on vacation with my parents. We were eating by the window at the Inn where we were staying and there he was - flitting outside of our window. I couldn't believe I had gone all those many years of my life without seeing this joyful gift of nature. The other night, while sitting on my couch here at home, I looked up and there was one flying around the feeders where there are spots of red. He was drawn to the colors I guess. Then about a week later, I saw him out there again. So I immediately went and got a hummingbird feeder and filled it with sugar water - never expecting he would come back and find it. I put it up last night and this afternoon, he has been zooming back and forth - drinking to his heart's content - or hers....
What a thrill to see this small creature.... it makes my heart sing!
What a thrill to see this small creature.... it makes my heart sing!
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Tempting Tuesday.....
All at once Emily let out a yelp and plunged into a tangle of honeysuckle. "George, she cried". "He's fallen over! Damn it, I knew he was unstable!" In some alarm, Diana ran after her and found her struggling to raise, not the fallen body of a man, but a slab of gray stone, shaped and smoothed by human hands.
and....
"Wild roses, Andy said. They were in full bloom along the fence the first time I ever saw this place. Big fat crumpled pink blooms, weighing down the branches - grown wild and rampant, uncared for but surviving somehow for God knows how many years"
If I tempted you to read this book, it is from "Vanish With the Rose" by Barbara Michaels....
and....
"Wild roses, Andy said. They were in full bloom along the fence the first time I ever saw this place. Big fat crumpled pink blooms, weighing down the branches - grown wild and rampant, uncared for but surviving somehow for God knows how many years"
If I tempted you to read this book, it is from "Vanish With the Rose" by Barbara Michaels....
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