Thursday, April 24, 2014

a bit of lace

a spot of lace has a way of turning 
ordinary into extraordinary

it is better to dance in the rain 
than to sit under a leaking roof
♦.. Vikrant Parsai

in riding a horse ... we borrow freedom
.. Helen Thompson

there is always music 

amongst the trees in the Garden

but our hearts must be very quiet 

to hear it
♦.. Minnie Aumonier 

the long distance hiker . a breed set apart

from the likes of the usual pack

he’ll shoulder his gear
be hittin’ the trail

long gone .. long ‘fore he’ll be back

♦.. M.J. Eberhart

"Orange? Like Effie's hair?"
"A bit more muted," he says. "More like sunset.” 
>>.. Catching Fire

and now for the wild one!

all that is gold does not glitter

not all those who wander are lost

♦..J.R.R. Tolkien

hope you are having a lovely April
and the flowers are blooming 
and the sky is blue


Monday, April 14, 2014

Wild Fire

I remember being about 9 or 10 
came out .. 
and ....   I'll admit .. 
I'd hoover around my little am/fm radio when it would come on 
and listen passionately 
and always had a little tear by the end.
I loved that song!

She comes down from Yellow Mountain

On a dark, flat land she rides

On a pony she named, Wildfire

With a whirlwind by her side
On a cold Nebraska night

Oh, they say, she died one winter
When there came a killing frost
And the pony she named, Wildfire
Busted down it's stall
In a blizzard he was lost

She ran callin', Wildfire
She ran callin', Wildfire
She ran callin', Wildfire

By the dark of the moon, I planted
But there came an early snow
There's been a hoot-owl howling by my window now
For six nights in a row
She's coming for me, I know
And on Wildfire, we're both gonna go

On Wildfire, we're gonna ride
We're gonna leave, sodbustin' behind
Get these hard times right on out of our minds
Riding Wildfire

Wednesday, April 09, 2014

Tacoma Ramble

it was drizzly & cold
none the less .. still a wonderful day to be at the beach

gray & overcast
and a tad foggy

I forget what an industrial city Tacoma is
always busy

you don't realize the scope of the Sound until you see a giant ship that looks very tiny
it's all perspective

the rain doesn't stop Washingtonians!

a cloudy day
is no match for a sunny disposition
William Arthur Ward

Tacoma Narrows .. and fog

I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers
from the seas and the streams
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
in their noonday dreams...
Percy Bysshe Shelley ~ The Cloud