I prefer winter and Fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape — the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show. ~Andrew Wyeth

Thursday, January 22, 2015

Speak to me of love...

Before Christmas my sister and I decided to make a "box" for each other as a Christmas gift. I'm finally getting around to showing you what she made for me.
Will you look at this...
She took a plain wood box and created this beautiful piece of art for me.
The most amazing thing about it is that she used one of my favorite poems by Mary Oliver. It's called How I Go to the Woods. She knows me and understands how I feel about solitude.
She wrote the poem all the way around the sides of the box...
And the last amazing lines of the poem are on the top.
The box is covered with lace and shells.
A butterfly is watching from the corner.
In the moss... a small bird and a nest that she made, with pearl "eggs" in it.
There is a photo of us with a heart attached.
This is a very special gift.

Thanks Sis. I'm so lucky to have a sister like you.  I will always take you with me into the woods, because I love you very much.
Here is the poem by M. Oliver... one of many that speak to me.
Have a wonderful day.

How I go to the woods
Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single
friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore
I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds
or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of
praying, as you no doubt have yours.
Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit
on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds,
until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost
unhearable sound of the roses singing.
If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love
you very much.”

~Mary Oliver~


  1. I just read your post in regards to the box your sister made you for Christmas this year. What a beautiful, thoughtful, wonderful idea to exchange with each other. She knows you well and I know you much better just by looking at the marvelous treasures she has tucked away in the design. I will never look at a plain wooden box the same way again. lovely. p.s. I don't know why I can't comment on the blog but I wanted to be sure and let you know I was there and I am missing the give and take that blogging often provides.

    1. Jojo... I was able to post your comment and my reply, so the glitch much be worked out. I'm sorry you had to relay the comment through Facebook. Let me know if you have anymore problems with posting a comment here.
      Thanks again for what you said. Love ya.

  2. beautiful. A sister and a friend

  3. That is the most beautiful idea! And the box itself is a knockout. To know someone as well you two know each other and still love the way you do is not only a blessing, it’s a miracle. I’m not being facetious ----- how many other people do you know who have what you and Lisa share?
    I don’t know the author but one of the most profound, and one of my favorite sentiments, sort of sums up your feelings for each other: “I know who you are and I love you anyway”.

  4. Absolutely beautiful and priceless!

  5. Beautiful box, beautiful poem, and a beautiful sister . A box you will treasure forever. Have a blessed day. Madeline

  6. The decorated box is so beautiful, absolutely wrapped in love, care, and delicate beauty. What a precious gift!!! This is a lovely post.

  7. wow...what an amazing piece of art....so many cool details and textures to it....
    what a gift...

  8. Absolutely lovely, your box, your post, the poem, your sister, and yourself. Love Tina

  9. You have always been so talented Farmlady.


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