Yesterday, Karl and I enjoyed a nice meal at Sheboygan’s Family Restaurant. We both noticed the wind in the treetops, and then in the fields of corn as we drove home. The wind creates waves similar in form to what we see on Lake Michigan.
We also went to Bethesda Thrift Store. I found two old-fashioned devotional books, similar to what I hope to create some day. Karl found some gifts for a friend.
Hope you have a nice weekend, Ellen
The pictures are courtesy of wpclipart.
from the large
floats by itself
in a cup with
The pictures in this post are courtesy of Reusable Art – Breathing New Life Into Old Art.
I reprint this poem every year, it seems. A gift. “Autumn Grace” was published in Bell’s Letters Poet, WestWard Quarterly, and SMILE. The picture is another drawing by Kate Greenaway, from the Public Domain section at Karen’s Whimsy.
leaves of bleeding hearts
so do broken hearts mend
so does grief heal
bright sunny day
and steadily they go by . . .
monarchs flying south
As Karl said, “Their epic journey.”
The picture is from wpclipart.
clear cold blue sky day
looking up from a page -
green leaves and butterfly
sun begins to rise . . .
beans, rice, and onions
simmer on the stove
Today I stopped at Caan Floral & Greenhouses in Sheboygan. I had not been there in a long time and bought some flowers. I was pleasantly surprised to see their gifts by Kelly Rae Roberts. There’s a Gift Gallery on Caan’s website.
I believe I learned of Kelly Rae Roberts from Christine Mason Miller and Wendy Brightbill.
So wonderful to see art online also find a presence in stores. Caan’s is a wonderful place to visit in winter too!
When I came home and checked my email, I learned a new issue of tinywords begins today.
yellow daylily leaves
in the rain
turning the page
of an older book
the age in my hands
Now also when I am old and greyheaded, O God, forsake me not; until I have shewed thy strength unto this generation. Psalm 71: 18 (KJV)
I wrote the haiku awhile ago. I’ve always been an “old soul” and always felt my gifts with the language arts would take a long time to begin to grow. When I read verses in the Bible that encouraged me to take the long view, I had no idea blogs would be the answer.
I’m twenty years past major surgery for a chronic illness, so I love age. I enjoyed reading comments about our hair from my post yesterday. I was a broken person for a time and to simply be able to clearly communicate what I want when I get my crazy hair cut, is a personal victory. My mother had short hair when I was born, when she was almost 37, and then she let it grow long. She wore it up with beautiful combs. Quiet elegant. I love how close we were and are, and also so different.
The drawing is by Kate Greenaway and courtesy of the public domain image section at Karen’s Whimsy. Research for posts is my art education, and reading and viewing posts. Everyday, there are moments when I know what I know, and many more others when I feel like I am in first grade. I love to learn. Blessings, Ellen
I see my first heron
of the year here