Thursday, October 20, 2016

Oh, hazy month of glowing trees,—
And colors rich to charm our eyes!
Yet—not less fair than all of these
Are Mother's fragrant pumpkin pies!
~Louise Bennett Weaver

Monday, October 17, 2016

I am struck by the simplicity of light in the atmosphere in the autumn, 
 as if the earth absorbed none, and out of this profusion
of dazzling light came the autumnal tints.
~Henry David Thoreau, Oct. 12, 1852

Sunday, October 16, 2016

But in October what a feast to the eye our woods and groves present!
The whole body of the air seems enriched by their calm, slow radiance.
They are giving back the light they have been absorbing
from the sun all summer. 

~John Burroughs (1837–1921)

Sunday, October 2, 2016

Autumn Fires
by  Robert Louis Stevenson

In the other gardens
  And all up the vale,
From the autumn bonfires
  See the smoke trail!

Pleasant summer over
  And all the summer flowers,
The red fire blazes,
  The gray smoke towers.

Sing a song of seasons!
  Something bright in all!
Flowers in the summer,
  Fires in the fall!

Saturday, January 16, 2016

 "Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow." 
-  Robert Frost, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening 

Monday, September 21, 2015

"Tis the last rose of summer,
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone."

-  Thomas Moore, The Last Rose of Summer, 1830

Gather Ye Rosebuds While Ye May
John William Waterhouse

Thursday, September 3, 2015

"I trust in Nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility.  
Spring shall plant and Autumn garner to the ends of time."
-  Robert Browning

Monday, June 22, 2015

"Long about knee-deep in June,
'Bout the time strewberries melts
On the vine."
-  James Witcomb Riley

Sunday, June 21, 2015

In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer quite the other way
I have to go to bed by day.
~Robert Louis Stevenson


Tuesday, December 23, 2014

"Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see the shadow."
-  Helen Keller

Sunday, August 10, 2014

Thursday, August 7, 2014

the first harvest...

"Blessed be the Harvest,
Blessed be the Corn Mother,
Blessed be the Grain God,
For together they nourish both body and soul.
Many blessings I have been given,
I count them now by this bread.
Guardian of the East, I pray for your indulgence.
Hear me now as I request your aid in the cycle of life.
As your winds blow through fields of ripened grain,
Carry loosened seeds upon your back
That they may fall amidst the soil
That is our Mother Earth."

Monday, August 4, 2014


Sunday, August 3, 2014

Harvest Blessings

Monday, June 9, 2014

“I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers:
Of April, May, of June, and July-flowers.
I sing of maypoles, hock-carts, wassails, wakes,
Of bridegrooms, brides, and of their bridal cakes.”
-  Robert Herrick

Sunday, June 8, 2014

“My soul is in the sky.” 

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

"Brew me a cup for a winter's night.
For the wind howls loud and the furies fight;
Spice it with love and stir it with care,
And I'll toast our bright eyes,
my sweetheart fair."
-  Minna Thomas Antrim

Saturday, December 28, 2013

“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews,
in which I steal From all I may be,
or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe,
and feel What I can ne'er express,
yet cannot all conceal.”
George Gordon Byron

Religion is a candle inside a multicolored lantern.
Everyone looks through a particular color, but the candle is always there.
Mohammed Naguib

Thursday, December 26, 2013

"Winter is the time for comfort - it is the time for home."
-  Edith Sitwell

Sunday, December 1, 2013

If we never experience the chill of a dark winter, it is very unlikely that we will ever cherish the warmth of a bright summer’s day. Nothing stimulates our appetite for the simple joys of life more than the starvation caused by sadness or ...
desperation. In order to complete our amazing life journey successfully, it is vital that we turn each and every dark tear into a pearl of wisdom, and find the blessing in every curse.
~Anthon St. Maarten

Thursday, November 28, 2013

 Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend. Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow.
Melody Beattie

Sunday, November 24, 2013

Saturday, November 16, 2013

"Full moon shining bright
Midnight on the water
Oh Aradia
Diana's silver daughter"

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Sunday, November 3, 2013

The Human Seasons

Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;
There are four seasons in the mind of man:
He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear
Takes in all beauty with an easy span:
He has his Summer, when luxuriously
Spring's honied cud of youthful thought he loves
To ruminate, and by such dreaming high
Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves
His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings
He furleth close; contented so to look
On mists in idleness--to let fair things
Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook.
He has his Winter too of pale misfeature,
Or else he would forego his mortal nature.
John Keats

Friday, November 1, 2013

Dear Ancestor

 "Your tombstone stands among the rest
Neglected and alone
The name and date are chiseled out
On polished marble stone
It reaches out to all who care
It is too late to mourn

You did not know that I exist
You died and I was born
Yet each of us are cells of you
In flesh and blood and bone
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse
Entirely not our own

Dear Ancestor, the place you filled
One hundred years ago
Spreads out among the ones you left
Who would have loved you so
I wonder how you lived and loved
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot
And come to visit you."
-Walter Butler Palmer

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

There is a harmony
In autumn, and a luster in its sky...
~Percy Bysshe Shelley

"Ere, in the northern gale,
The summer tresses of the trees are gone,
The woods of Autumn, all around our vale,
Have put their glory on."

- William Cullen Bryant, Autumn Woods

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Listen! the wind is rising,
and the air is wild with leaves.
We have had our summer evenings,
now for October eves.
~Humbert Wolfe, P.L.M.: Peoples, Landfalls, Mountains, 1936

Saturday, October 19, 2013

"Though a tree grows so high, the falling leaves return to the root."
-  Malay proverb

Friday, October 18, 2013

Friday, June 21, 2013

Summer Solstice Blessings

A Summer's Night
by Paul Laurence Dunbar
The night is dewy as a maiden's mouth,
The skies are bright as are a maiden's eyes,
Soft as a maiden's breath, the wind that flies
Up from the perfumed bosom of the South.

Like sentinels, the pines stand in the park;
And hither hastening like rakes that roam,
With lamps to light their wayward footsteps home,
The fire-flies come stagg'ring down the dark.

Sunday, June 2, 2013

keuka lake ny

Sunday, May 26, 2013

my fairy gardens...

Garden fairies come at dawn,
Bless the flowers then they're gone.
~Author Unknown

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Pan With Us by Robert Lee Frost

Pan came out of the woods one day,--
His skin and his hair and his eyes were gray,
The gray of the moss of walls were they,--
And stood in the sun and looked his fill
At wooded valley and wooded hill.

He stood in the zephyr, pipes in hand,
On a height of naked pasture land;
In all the country he did command
He saw no smoke and he saw no roof.
That was well! and he stamped a hoof.

His heart knew peace, for none came here
To this lean feeding save once a year
Someone to salt the half-wild steer,
Or homespun children with clicking pails
Who see so little they tell no tales.

He tossed his pipes, too hard to teach
A new-world song, far out of reach,
For sylvan sign that the blue jay's screech
And the whimper of hawks beside the sun
Were music enough for him, for one.

Times were changed from what they were:
Such pipes kept less of power to stir
The fruited bough of the juniper
And the fragile bluets clustered there
Than the merest aimless breath of air.

They were pipes of pagan mirth,
And the world had found new terms of worth.
He laid him down on the sun-burned earth
And raveled a flower and looked away--
Play? Play?--What should he play?

Sunday, May 19, 2013

“The moon is always jealous of the heat of the day,
just as the sun always longs for something dark and deep."

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Thursday, April 25, 2013

moon time...

by Sara Teasdale
It will not hurt me when I am old,
A running tide where moonlight burned
Will not sting me like silver snakes;
The years will make me sad and cold,
It is the happy heart that breaks.

The heart asks more than life can give,
When that is learned, then all is learned;
The waves break fold on jewelled fold,
But beauty itself is fugitive,
It will not hurt me when I am old.

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Synthesis by Mara Berendt Friedman
“Be not ashamed women, ...
You are the gates of the body,
and you are the gates of the soul.”
~Walt Whitman
“Re-examine all you have been told...
Dismiss what insults your Soul.”
~Walt Whitman 

Tuesday, April 16, 2013