August comes with a warning – You see it in the leaves turning in the middle of summer Fall’s shadow appears; it is in the flowers dying in the sad news I heard of friends and loved ones leaving Life is changing and August comes with a warning perhaps to prepare our souls for joyContinue reading “AUGUST COMES WITH A WARNING”


  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”


“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)”


  Beyond these gates was an enchanted forest full of people having a grand time. Interesting folks inhabited the woods.  They filled it with music – death defying acts –  laughter and heroism and courage. It was a place to meet interesting people:  knights sweltering in late September heat – a queen and her ladies-in-waiting relaxingContinue reading “NOT YOUR USUAL FAIRE (WPC: Extraordinary)”

PLAYING WITH FIRE (for WPC: Nighttime)

I do not know what it is with boys but they like fire. They like things that go ka-BOOM! They like fireworks (even though they were deathly scared of its sound when they were very little). When they learned that fireworks are legal in Maine and that one fireworks shop opened along the highway, theyContinue reading “PLAYING WITH FIRE (for WPC: Nighttime)”


Summer is a rainbow of lilies abloom scenting the incense rising to ask for benediction of long awaited raindrops refreshing the soul. Wow! It’s been a full week since I last saw this blog.   I don’t know what it was but it seems the vacation bug hit me.   Well, it was little things – children’sContinue reading “LILIES (for WPC: SUMMER)”


In February, my husband and I had our annual date-without-the-children day.  Because it was our 10th anniversary, we decided to go to somewhere special.  We watched a play.   There was a big snowstorm in the forecast but we pushed through with our plans anyway.  After all, that was our only chance to be out byContinue reading “WPC: STREET LIFE”