Saturday, April 14, 2012

John Writes a Poem

Nature rarer uses yellow
Than another hue;
Saves she all of that for sunsets,—

Spending scarlet like a woman,
Yellow she affords
Only scantly and selectly,
Like a lover's words.

~Emily Dickinson

(Gotta wonder if Emily ever saw a dandelion.)Well, that's all good and nice, Emily, but my beloved went into action when he heard me muttering about poets not working much with "forsythia." I could give them some grace, I suppose, for the challenge of such a word. 


When it's springtime in Maine
And the weather is in a dither
Hang onto your hat
And go check the forsythia

If the leaves are green
And the flowers are blooming
Get out your lawnmower 
And give it a good tuning.


I love it!

~checking the forsythia~

~a little~

~a little more~


Yes, more than enough! 

Come on now, tell me, has your beloved ever written a poem for you? 

Love Vee

Friday, April 13, 2012

News and Other News

Saving my good news (so good) for last because I don't want you leaving me too soon.

Yesterday, I felt as if I were in a real life game of Hide'n Seek. I wandered listlessly down through my friends' blogs and no one was home. For hours. I called, "Come out, come out wherever you are!" Chirrup. Later in the day, I discovered that you all had better things to do.

Yeah? Well so do I. Just consider today a little more of the same old, same old that you were dished yesterday. Don't forget! I have good news coming (so good).

~Best Early View of the Morning~

I'm noticing that the jelly cupboard is getting chipped. Does that mean more character or time for a paint job? Just thinking aloud, Dear One, no need to answer.

Remember how I told you that the forsythia wasn't blooming? Well it's still not, but it will bloom before another day is past.

In another scintillating decorating mention — this could become a regular feature, aren't you thrilled? — I present to you the light switch.

~Before and After~

I'm going to miss my Christmas switch. That house looks exactly like one I see daily, minus the snow, the lantern, the gifts, the lovely purply light.

Wait! Sometimes we do have purply light.

~Purply Light ? ~

Okay, so it's really not so purply. What would you call it? Smoky blue? Mariner blue? Blue?

I was visiting Raising Jane yesterday where she linked to a great site that features letters. I found the best letter ever! It was from C.S. Lewis to a young fan in Florida. He gave her the secrets of writing! Can you believe it? He has a list of suggestions that I have been trying very, very, very hard to follow. Okay, not so much, but I'll do better. You can find that letter *here.*

Now, if that's all the good news I had to share, you might not think it enough. It is, though, trust me on that. My big, so good, good news for those who haven't yet found her again... Brin is back! *My-Messy-Thrilling-Life Brin!* 

Yes, and there's other good news, too... a new 14th generation American grandbaby. Congrats to Jill and Bernie and the new parents, too, of course!

There are some little grandbabies—four of them, not yet born, who belong to Linda who are standing in need of ongoing prayer. We are praying. If you pray, please read their story *here.* 

All these links should provide lots of reading for a lazy Saturday afternoon. What? It's NOT Saturday yet? 

Forget it.

A good Friday to you...

Love Vee

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Nothing Much to Say and I'll Say It Anyway

I've been humming Oh the barnyard is busy in a regular tizzy... all morning long. This means just one thing: I've been visiting S*san Br*nch a lot! It's lovely over there. A wonderful recounting of her life on the island and plans for a trip to the British Isles. Sometimes I find myself sighing when visiting S.B.

And our "barnyard" is pretty busy, too. Fioré (the cat) has gone plumb crazy. We find her in the strangest places. She's not allowed on counters or tables, yet we find her there all the time. The carnations were moved because she chows down on them as if they were catnip. We've taken to calling her Seabiscuit for her love of eating flowers and, what's worse, she has absolutely no remorse.

The only tree blossoming around here is in that print above that John brought me from the flea market several years ago now.

In other scintillating decorating news, I removed all the things from the bay window. That seed packet garland was the proverbial straw... I packed away the fabric banner and repositioned the seed packet garland on the light above the table. Fascinating stuff, say what?

The only forsythia blooming are the forced branches I keep lopping off and bringing in. There may be nothing left on the bushes when it does come into forsythia season.


Last night, I worked on my next set of note cards for the note card party coming up next week — the 18th to be exact with sign-up beginning the evening before, if you choose. Some mention how difficult it is to limit the photos to four. I find it difficult to find four that complement each other enough to be considered a set. I really enjoyed working on the project. (It's fun to wander back through the pages of one's own blog.) If you participated last time, I hope that you will be able to again and, if you didn't, I hope that you'll try it. The more the merrier!

Thanks so much for sharing your favorite poems and poets with me. I either nodded my head in recognition or went scurrying for the poetry books. Fun!

Hope that you have things blooming in your corner...

Love Vee

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Poetry in April

Thanks to Pat at Mille Fiori Favoriti, I know that April is National Poetry month. Did she tell you, too? I think that every month is poetry month at MFF because Pat is so good with sharing poetry and photographs that each post is like poetry. True. I try not to flatter preferring praise instead. Pat's blog is praise-worthy. Did you see yesterday's post?

According to Poets dot org, there are thirty things one can do to honor poetry this month. You can find those suggestions *here*, if you are interested. Some are intriguing.


It was some time ago now that Leslie Land recommended a book of poetry and memoirs to me: The Wild Braid by Stanley Kunitz with Genine Lentine. The subtitle is "A Poet Reflects on A Century in the Garden." Leslie was encouraging me to think of those centenarians who've arrived at their 100th year with their minds intact, unravaged by bitterness or disease. Mr. Kunitz was such a man and his book is a delightful read; anyone who enjoys a garden or gardening would appreciate his reflections.

Now I wrote the editors of the book a long time ago requesting permission to share this snatch of his poetry. I received no response. Editors are busy. Now I'll just fall back on the old adage: It's easier to do what you want and beg forgiveness later than to request permission.

The city squats on my back.
I am heart-sore, stiff-necked,
exasperated. That's why
I slammed the door,
that's why I tell you now,
In every house of marriage
there's room for an interpreter.

~from Route Six by Stanley Kunitz

Do you want to share your favorite poem with me? Mine is The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost, though I certainly enjoy Edna St. Vincent Millay, Jane Kenyon, Emily Dickinson, even Longfellow. How about you?

A delightful day to you...

Love Vee

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Chickadee Whisperer

It's been very cold in my corner. Bitter. It's been like March weather we should have had in, let's say, March. We have snow flurries and even if temps climb a little, the wind goes right through our clothes and chills the bones.

This is a little chickadee I found sitting in the forsythia bushes. I didn't have my camera when I first saw him and was very surprised to find him waiting when I returned. He was so close...about three feet away. I couldn't figure out if he felt trapped in the thicket or if I might be a Chickadee Whisperer.

~Are you looking at me?~

~Such a Handsome Fellow~

~Darling Face~

Stay Warm Now

We enjoyed a good Easter with family. Because of the weather and limitations of a grandson's broken leg, it was more tame than some. My daughter planned a real life "I Spy" Game where the entire living room looked like a page in a Where's Waldo book. Wish that I had taken pictures! Hope that your day was wonderful, too.

Love Vee

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Easter Greetings

As for you, you were dead in your transgressions and sins,  in which you used to live when you followed the ways of this world and of the ruler of the kingdom of the air, the spirit who is now at work in those who are disobedient. All of us also lived among them at one time, gratifying the cravings of our flesh and following its desires and thoughts. Like the rest, we were by nature deserving of wrath. But because of his great love for us, God, who is rich in mercy, made us alive with Christ even when we were dead in transgressions—it is by grace you have been saved.  And God raised us up with Christ and seated us with him in the heavenly realms in Christ Jesus. ~Ephesians 2:1–6

Alleluia! What a Savior!

Love Vee
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