Poppies, poppies, poppies
“And now my beauties, something with poison in it I think, with poison in it, but attractive to the eye and soothing to the smell . . . poppies, poppies,…
“And now my beauties, something with poison in it I think, with poison in it, but attractive to the eye and soothing to the smell . . . poppies, poppies,…
“From that first moment, in a way she could never explain, the Meadows claimed her and made her their own.” ~ Elizabeth George Speare
“The myths and legends about Faerie are many and diverse, and often contradictory. Only one thing is certain – that nothing is certain. All things are possible in the land…
“I’m not someone so much interested in exploring a slice of life unless that is down the corridor, around the corner, up the alley, and down the rabbit hole. That,…
Confession; Usually when it comes to the Sinful Sunday prompts, despite knowing what they are months ahead, I work on my image for them in the same time frame as…
“Fair Maid of February! — drop of snow Enchanted to a flower, and there within A dream of April green, — who without sin Conceived wast, but how no man…
“There are some who can live without wild things and some who cannot.” ~ Aldo Leopold And most wild things should left to live in peace in their native habitat…
“I watched the land for as long as I could, until it disappeared behind its shawl of mist, and until I had it fixed in my mind – unchanged, mysterious…
“October is the opal month of the year. It is the month of glory, of ripeness. It is the picture-month.” ~ Henry Ward Beecher
“A gush of bird song, a patter of dew A cloud and a rainbow’s warning; Suddenly sunshine and perfect blue An April day in the morning!” ~ Harriet Elizabeth Prescott…
“Little darling, it’s been a long cold lonely winter Little darling, it feels like years since it’s been here Here comes the sun Here comes the sun, and I say…
“A small bird twitters on a leafless spray, Across the snow-waste breaks a gleam of gold: What token can I give my friend to-day But February blossoms, pure and cold?…
“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.” ~ William Allingham