Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems. ~Rainer Maria Rilke

Saturday, April 11, 2009

A small bird found dead

I found you lying on my workbench
dead.... in desperate, peaceful stillness.
Then asked who listens.., why is this?
And,in my heart,no answer came.

I found you lying on my workbench
dead..... with wings in flight and open eyes.
I lifted you up, so cold, so stiff...
buried you and said a prayer.

I found you lying on my workbench
dead.... a lovely, brown and feathered bird
and once again I wondered, with regret,
If life is all we know and yet.....

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Friday, April 10, 2009

Why?

Why do they call this Good Friday?

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Thursday, April 9, 2009

Vintage Thursday

This silk scarf, from England, was in a pile of old scarves at my favorite thrift store. The colors caught my eye and the price sold me.
The scene is a fox hunt. I always hope that the fox gets away. Those dogs are like Mokeboy, so it's not likely. The colors are what caught my eye. The blues, the dark red and the browns are bright and clear. This scarf is in beautiful condition except for a ring right in the middle from a glass or vase which you can hardly see. It had a $4.00 price tag on it. I didn't haggle the price.
It's so different than the usual scarves I seen. I guess I could wear it, but I'm not a scarf person. For now I will drape it over a small iron table next to my sofa and think about the English countryside and an old, beloved hound dog when I look at it.


Go to Colorado Lady's blog for more Vintage things and enjoy the other blogs that participate. Have a wonderful day!
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Tuesday, April 7, 2009

A Little Girl

TRACY, Calif. -- Sandra Cantu's body was found Monday inside a piece of luggage pulled from a San Joaquin County irrigation pond, Tracy police said. The 8-year-old girl disappeared more than a week ago.

What will happen to a world..., where little children are thrown away so easily? Why are there people who do things like this? How do we keep our children safe?

My heart aches for this little girl and those who love her.

Monday, April 6, 2009

Brownie's at it again.

"Hi boys. how are you today? Thought I'd come out and say hello."

"Brownie, are you being a good boy? I hope you're not butting Murph' around too much. You could hurt him with your horns."
"I'm just tired of him trying to get my grass, Farmlady. "
"Well Brownie, it's springtime and the grass is growing all over the place. There's plenty for everyone."
" I just want my share. I just don't want him to have more than me."
"Brownie, sweetheart, there is a lot of grass out there..., enough for everyone."
"Easy for you to say." (under his breath)
"What Brownie?"
"I said... HAVE A NICE DAY and please don't call me sweetheart."

"Hey Bart, how's it going?"
"Rather well, Farmlady. It's warm and the sky isn't falling anymore. I love all this green stuff."
"That's called grass and there will be lots of it for a while."
"It's very good."
" I'm glad your'e so happy about it. Lifes pretty good right now isn't it?"
"Yes it is. What are you doing here?"
"I'm going to the vegetable garden to do some weeding. I thought I would visit with all of you first . It's such a beautiful day."
"The vegetable garden? Can we come with you."


"Well sure. You go into the south pasture and I'll go to the garden. Maybe I'll find some of that grass with the flowers that you guys like so much. I'll feed it to you through the fence. Does that sound like a plan?"
"Yes it does Farmlady."
"Hey Murph'..., Freckles. Where are you going. Don't you want some special grass from the garden?"
(Murphy stops and looks back) "Thanks Farmlady but we'll just stay here near our house. The coyotes, last night, have us all on edge. Did you know that they were here below the house?"
"Yes I heard them but you are safe in your goathouse at night."
"Well Brownie says that they come and eat our grass and that they are magic. He says that they can walk through fences and come through walls. That's pretty scary."
"Brownie? Are you telling stories again? You know that Coyotes don't walk through walls."
"Are Murph' and Freckles eating grass?"
"What?"
"They will stay in the house most of the day and that leaves more grass for me."
" Well that's not very nice Brownie. You need to stop scaring Murphy. He worries too much, anyway, and Freckles listens to everything you say. You and Bart are older. You should know better."
"Ya...., sorry."
"Oh Brownie, what I'm I going to do with you?"

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Sunday, April 5, 2009

Palm Sunday and Poppies

THE WORLD is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil Crushed.
Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell:
the soil is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs—
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent World broods
with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
~ Gerard Manley Hopkins ~

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
~Robert Frost~

(please click on photos for close up view)

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