Tag Archives: memories
Home is where we store our stories, till that story ends. Boxes full, we start new pages, find new homes, new friends. We leave behind the faintest essence of our story’s theme, what we loved above all else, an outline … Continue reading
They come by nearly every day, peering in the windows to see if we’re home, nibbling whatever looks tasty. What a gift we open our eyes to see each day.
We’ve had these chimes for years too, terracotta love birds on a log. They’ve been repaired several times but are still chiming from the tip of a smoke bush branch.
We’ve had this little wind chime for over 20 years. I remember every time we walked past it my baby grandson had to hit it and make it tinkle. He’s now over 2o years old. It’s been repaired a few … Continue reading
Pinks (Fire witch) Dianthus Feuerhexe Planted. Perennial. Evergreen. Compact, mounding habit. Shear when blooms fade to keep shape. 8” tall, 12” wide. Full sun. Heat and humidity tolerant. Flowers: Fragrant single magenta pink. Blooms most of the summer. Remove faded … Continue reading
Where dark memories paralyze and drain, where what if replaces why not and can’t becomes the chant in tired brain. Don’t go there. Close the negative emulation, turn off the loudest incantation. Find one thought of positive vibration and go … Continue reading
Rhododendron macrophyllum This large bush is a survivor. We planted three rhodoes in the 70’s. One was driven over by a camper van, one had a tree dropped on it. This one survived and though the deer seem to stomp … Continue reading
How far back would we need to look to figure out what caused this crook. Were you bending, reaching for the light or curling away from some horrible fright. Yearning for safety or enjoying the sight, what caused this twist … Continue reading
Some place mushrooms grow wild, some place they are sold. Some place Rhodos grow like weeds or so that’s what I’m told. Some place cactus ten feet tall growing commonly, some place two inches in a pot is all the … Continue reading
Memories of Tigger intruded our walk through the trails today. She used to sit, just so, staring off intently at something out there.
Over and over Then more – over Be strong, take courage Be patient & persistent Don’t get discouraged It is what it is, but not what it seems Don’t delay, don’t give up The last stitch could mean Something … Continue reading
This one stirred up memories of Monopoly and Uno games with the grand kids. I think we still have a tin Chinese Checkers game up in the attic somewhere. If this cold weather continues I’m going to dig out those … Continue reading
This one was filled with memories of the many games we played together over the years. Remember the Game of Life? Little pink and blue people you put in little cars and drove through the cliché life of school, job, … Continue reading
Waiting for BC Ferries to float us across to another world.
Might as well go for Gold . . .