SWEET.....

"Here are sweet peas, on tiptoe for a flight....with wings of gentle flush, over delicate white. And taper fingers catching all things. To bind them all about with tiny rings...." - John Keats

"How luscious lies the pea within the pod..." -Emily Dickinson

"There are few pleasures like burrowing one's nose in sweet peas.."  -Angela Thirkell

"I like not lady slippers, or yet the sweet pea blossoms, nor yet the flaky roses ...I like chaliced lilies.....that in our garden grow.." 

                                                               -Thomas Bailey Aldrich

"The flowers are full of honey, but only the bee finds out the sweetness...." - Goethe

"Gratitude is the sweetest thing in a seeker's life. If there is gratitude in your heart, then there will be tremendous sweetness in your eyes..." -Sri Chinmoy

"The sweetness of life lies in usefulness, like honey deep in the heart of a clover bloom..." - Laura Ingalls Wilder

"God is the seed. The universe is the tree. impulses and passions the branches. Intelligence is the flower. Pure consciousness is the fruit. Love is the sweetness in the fruit..." - Sathya Sai Baba

"The very shape of our dreams defines us. .....without our dreams there is no sweetness, no purpose to life...." -Isobelle Carmody 

"Friendship is that virtue by which spirits are bound by ties of love and sweetness, and out of many are made one..." -Aelred of Rievaulx

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LETTER to LEONA....

How in the world do I put it into words….

How do I hold you here with me…… 

Years.  Gathered like silk thread.

They fly as our children’s laughter

In that unique moment. You live.

When we were young.  We dreamt of great things.

You danced. I walked. It was never the same.

Years  moved us apart. But never away.

My kindred spirit. My friend across the miles.

Dripping gold  forget me nots on  your china dishes.

Forget me nots. Your favourite.

How do I hold you here with me.

How do I  take all of these years.

Place them here beside me.

In my heart. 

Remember wiindy prairie days. Do you? I do.

Dripping ice creams. Our children running. 

Then we were far again.  But never alone.

Your quiet resolve . To hear you speak again.

Across the miles.

All the silly moments. And the serious ones.

Heart to  heart. Soul to soul.

How do I hold you here with me...

It was enough just to know you were there.

Stay a while with me.

Every moment was worth it. No regrets. No what ifs.

We said everything that could be said.

 My kindred spirit

I will miss you……

How in the world do I put it into words…

How do I hold you here with me….

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IF WE TOOK the OLD PATH.......

BLUE STARGRASS by Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)

If we took the old path in the old field

The same old gate would stand there

That would never yield

Where the sun warmed us

With a cloak made of gold

The rain would be falling

And the wind would be cold

And we would stop to search

In the wind and the rain

But we would not find the stargrass

By the path again....

If we took the old path in the old field

The same old gate would stand there

That would never yield

Where the sun warmed us

With a cloak made of gold......................

"There is so much in the world for us all, if we only have the eyes to see it and the heart to love it, and the hand to gather it to ourselves..." - L.M.Montgmery (1874-1942)

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                                          "Nom Nom" the deer, having his afternoon nap....