Away from the monitors of television and computers, a child discovers the joys of interacting with nature. Here, my son (and the other children with him) enjoyed the ducks and the ducklings swimming in the lake. He had a lot of fun feeding the ducks chips from his snack bag while he himself had someContinue reading “FUN AT THE LAKE (WPC: Fun)”


I stood in the shadows, still as a rock Oh, please, please be quiet, my nervous heart my ears prick up for the slightest sound what? what could be that pounding on the ground? What startled the partridge squawking as they flew It must be getting closer, closer to my view The soughing of theContinue reading “OH, DEAR!”


Wherever you are Look up at the skies and remember The same mantle binds Me to you. Look at the oceans Stretching from here to there Stringing our lives like pearls In a necklace. We stand on the same ground Are warmed by the same sun Guarded by the same moon And while we dreamContinue reading “TOGETHER”


  The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers. ~Basho Pluck not the wayside flower; It is the traveler’s dower. ~William Allingham Where flowers bloom so does hope. ~ Lady Bird Johnson The breath of flowers is far sweeter in the air than in the hand. ~ SirContinue reading “A SUNDAY BOUQUET OF WILDFLOWERS”


I rarely go walking. I find it burdensome to walk around town with children in tow. Half the time, I am dodging traffic and the other half, keeping rowdy children safe. There is no time to stop and enjoy the scenery, if there is any. I cannot walk at my own pace. But we areContinue reading “MORNING WALK IN THE WOODS (WPC: Morning)”


“He has his Summer, when luxuriously Spring’s honied cud of youthful thought he loves To ruminate, and by such dreaming high Is nearest unto heaven:” – from “The Human Seasons” by John Keats   I stand in the fullness of the seasons its flowers are blooming in my hands the nest is full of fledglingsContinue reading “SUMMER”

QUEEN ANNE’S FATE (for lack of a better title)

Dance Queen Anne trim with lace the meadow bed for your wild monarch butterfly rests his head in your chambers. Would he stay? You ask. Faithfulness is not his to give. Yet you stay with your merry ways until Autumn’s cold winds do you part. Hope is a gift that lets you stand even whenContinue reading “QUEEN ANNE’S FATE (for lack of a better title)”