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Lane County, Oregon.

Quote of the day: “Hard is trying to rebuild yourself, piece by piece, with no instruction book, and no clue as to where all the important bits are supposed to go.”– Nick Hornby

Daily gratitudes:
Warm daysMKL
Wedding thoughts
Recovering
Green

It looks as if the mist is coming down the mountain to gobble up the sheep – who seem to be slightly aware of this, as they are snuggling up behind the shrubbery.

Sheep in Wales

Along the road in Wales.

Quote of the day: “I feel like you can look inside me and see all the places I am odd or unusual and fit your heart around them, for you are odd and unusual in just the same way.”  —  Cassandra Clare

Daily gratitudes:
Rain
Bed
Getting things done
Good books
Potentials
Grumpy Cat

Aside: I discovered today that this month is NaPoWriMo – National Poetry Writing Month – in which participants are to write one poem each day. I’m already late, but I’m going to try to play along, so stay tuned for poetry.

 

To me, this is a dream spot. A lone white house, surrounded by green, at the edge of the sea. On the cliffs above is a little whitewashed town, and just off to the left is Worm’s Head.  A place to live, to write, to love.

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Rhossili, Wales.

Quote of the day: “If a thing loves, it is infinite.”  —  William Blake

Daily gratitudes:
Soft nightgowns
Darkness
Phillipe’s advice
My favorite cowboy boots
Aspen eyes

Christmas was amazing. My stupid cold (are there any smart ones? I don’t know, maybe this one is smarter than me) is still here — 13 days and counting and NOTHING seems to touch it. The days are getting longer, which we greet with a happy “Woot!” It got up to 23 today. And I am ready to remember warm, green days.

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Northern Colorado.

Quote of the day: “Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”  —  Rabindranath Tagore

Daily gratitudes:
Pigeons that plump themselves up to stay warm
Watching the ice skaters downtown
Napping on the bus
The pretty Christmas tree
Overhearing conversations on the shuttle

Should I be posting Christmas pictures instead of other seasons? I don’t know. What I know is that now that we are past the most recent apocalypse prediction, we might just hope that we have a new world unfolding before us – a kinder, gentler, more beautiful, more tender, more thoughtful world. A new spring born this Christmas season.

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Boulder, Colorado.

Quote of the day:  “I offer you peace. I offer you love. I offer you friendship. I see your beauty. I hear your need. I feel your feelings.”  —  Mahatma Gandhi

Daily gratitudes:
Wrapping paper swordfights in WalMart
Joy
Sparkles
Giggles
Palm trees

Happy Spring, everyone!! We’re not out of the woods yet, but this spire is, reaching for the skies through the greenery of Bald Head Island, where Kelsea and I had a series of misadventures last summer that you can read about here, if you weren’t tuning in back then. This shot was taken from the top of Old Baldy, the island’s lighthouse.

Bald Head Island, North Carolina.

Quote of the day: “Even if you stumble, you’re still moving forward.”  — unknown.  (For Pam, with love.)

Daily gratitudes:
Green willows
The Equinox
The woman with the glowing halo of hair on the street this morning
Finding my necklace
My playful house spirits

It has happened – finally.

That one day in Spring when, all of a sudden, it’s as if you have opened eyes that have been closed for six months.  You look up and suddenly you see that the willow trees have sparked into green.  That there is grass – actual green grass – where before there was just a brown memory of grass.  I almost wrecked the truck the other day because I caught a glimpse of white bud blossoms on a passing tree and tried to crank my head 180-degrees for a better look.

At the Bungalow, things are growing.  I have no idea what they are, and won’t until they are in full-bloom; I suspect the bush by the back door is a lilac, which would make me terribly happy, but honestly, I won’t care what it is.  I do know that there are tulips by the front fence.  In the Fall, I will plant some fragrant daffodils, like those coming up at Ex-Pat’s house, by my doorstep.

It hasn’t seemed like we’ve had enough moisture to make things green.  Unlike my friends in Chicago and Boston, we’ve had a fairly easy winter, weather-wise.  Emotion-wise, it’s a different story, at least for me.  I backslide emotionally – as I did last night – and so I hope the inspiration of spring, which does not backslide but continues to grow gracefully into itself and the next season and the one after that, will serve me well this year.  I need it.

Time to go pick up Kelsea, paint and the surprise.  Have a lovely day.

Photo Title: Close to Ireland (The Worm of Wales)

Rhossili, Gower, Wales

Quote of the day: “I’m troubled.  I’m dissatisfied.  I’m Irish.”  —  Marianne Moore

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