Monday, April 26, 2010
Rainy Days and Mondays
It is raining and cold again. Last night it actually hailed here. It was so bad that we ran outside to check the cars for damage! It sounded like rocks were being thrown at our windows. The plants have really taken a beating too from all the rain. It is so ironic that a few years back we were struggling with drought conditions and now we have had so much snow and rain in the last six months.
This morning I woke up with "Rainy Days and Mondays" by the Carpenters on my mind. The only problem was that I couldn't remember the tune. Thanks to You Tube, I got the full video version.
Then I thought of Karen Carpenter and what a beautiful voice she had. It was so pure and perfect.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Puddle Ducking
We have had a cool spring and everyone, people and animals have been enjoying the beautiful weather. Last week, I spotted these little ducks crossing the road as I headed back in to Still Pond after a long day's work. I pulled over and grabbed for my camera. I wanted to get them crossing the street but I wasn't fast enough.
By the time I had my camera ready the threesome had crossed a big puddle and were heading off into the field toward the forest. They really looked like they were off on some big adventure.
When I looked at the images I had captured, I was reminded of Beatrix Potter and the wonderful personalities of all of her characters. Jemima Puddle-duck came to mind. I was so glad that I took the time to stop so that I could capture these images. This is why I always have my camera with me - even on my days commuting to and from work. You never know when the opportunity will present itself and you will have the perfect photo opt in front of you!
Sunday, April 18, 2010
T O A D
As history books have showed;
But never a name to go down to fame
Compared with that of Toad!"
- Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows, Ch. 10
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Friday, April 9, 2010
we grow partially
"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations."
— Anaïs Nin
Thursday, April 8, 2010
v i o l a
"Viola (most commonly pronounced /vaɪ.ˈoʊ.lə/ in US English and /ˈviː.ə.lə/ in UK English[1]) is a genus of flowering plants in the violet family Violaceae, with around 400–500 species distributed around the world. Most species are found in the temperate Northern Hemisphere, however viola species (commonly called violets, pansies or heartsease) are also found in widely divergent areas such as Hawaii, Australasia, and the Andes in South America."
"Most Viola species are tiny perennial plants, some are annual plants, and a few are small shrubs. A number of species are grown for their ornamental flowers in borders and rock gardens; the garden pansy in particular is an extensively used spring and autumn/winter bedding and pot plant. Viola and violetta are terms used by gardeners and generally in horticulture for neat, small-flowered hybrid plants intermediate in size between pansies and violets."
Sunday, April 4, 2010
All I ever needed to know in life, I learned from the Easter Bunny...
Don’t put all of your eggs in one basket.
Walk softly and carry a big carrot.
Everyone needs a friend who is all ears.
There’s no such thing as too much candy.
All work and no play can make you a basket case.
A cute little tail attracts a lot of attention.
Everyone is entitled to a bad hare day.
Let happy thoughts multiply like rabbits.
Some body parts should be floppy.
Keep your paws off other people’s jellybeans.
Good things come in small sugar-coated packages.
The grass is always greener in someone else’s basket.
An Easter bonnet can tame even the wildest hare.
To show your true colors – you have to come out of your shell.
The best things in life are still sweet and gooey.
Author Unknown
Happy Easter!
right away from the farm.
She set off on a fine spring afternoon along the cart-road that leads over
the hill.
She was wearing a shawl and a poke bonnet.
When she reached the top of the hill, she saw a wood in the distance.
She thought that it looked a safe quiet spot."
Beatrix Potter, "THE TALE OF JEMIMA PUDDLE-DUCK"