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Sunday, 29 September 2013

29 September



she came upon a them unbidden

as she walked

the edge of the hillside

where the patches of sunlight spill down

in the fields




long ago she  had  been cut by their sharp words

long ago she gave them back the rules that they exacted


 


she did not stop where they were gathered
 

she did not worship swarms of  ghosts



poetry whirl

poetry pantry



29 September






rule of thirds




made me smile




lines


alone




together




scavenger hunt sunday 

our beautiful world

29 September









Friday, 27 September 2013

27 September






over the weekend I will be bringing the geraniums in to over winter in the sunny dining room

They are flowering like crazy right now and they look so pretty


I absolutely adore pumpkins

If I was forced to choose a vegetable for a friend I would choose a pumpkin

they're so versatile and cheery

and if you get tired of standing you can sit on them

and if you get tired of carrying them you can make them into pie

of course that wouldn't be very friendly...


Autumn is my favorite time of year and October is my favorite month in the fall

July is my favorite summer month and in July summer is my favorite time of year

I like May very much as well...

Winter will never be my favorite time of year although I have come to terms with it...

winter and I have come to an understanding


Now that the sun is rising a bit later and the mornings are a bit cooler 

I haven't been out to the beach at sunrise in a few weeks


We are having a big celebration in October this year

The pack up the babies and grab the old ladies Thanksgiving in October bash
pot luck

bring your smiley thankful self and something special to share


I am hoping it will be the first of a new tradition


are we at 5 yet?

I got a little sidetracked...



Tuesday, 24 September 2013

24 September




twilight saw us bike riding down the little hill to the old dock

past the old couple sitting on their porch watching the sunset


 last of the summer cosmos 

growing up all wild like along the pathway 


by now the crisp autumn breeze has blown them over

petals whirling down onto the pavement and

 whisked down the little road to the beach


farewell my sweet cosmos

with your gay and graceful blossoms

nodding adieu


to the dying light 

of a last summer evening








Sunday, 22 September 2013

22 September











 she peered into the reflective pool

 stories  of her youth

bubbled up from beneath the murky water

long ago she had exiled those spirits


 now she followed the piles of clues 

to who she used to be



one 

two

three



one mustn't be rash

when dealing with secrets





she had already clawed her way out of that cradle
 

so she grabbed the apple in her teeth

and took a big crispy bite






22 September








22 September



something you wore

linen and denim

freshly washed



I live on the beach and when I hang out the clothes they smell like

a an ocean breeze






reflection

I have been reflecting lately on where my paths have taken me

and where they haven't



inside your fridge

orange juice
pickles
grapes
bread




daily routine

twilight bike rides





morning

autumn flowers blossoming along the path to the beach the other morning




scavenger hunt sunday








Friday, 20 September 2013

20 September







dappled light in the yellowing maples



yesterday morning we stood on the porch and watched the harvest moon setting and the sun rising

over the island


we've had some nights that have gotten down into the low 50's and I think my morning glory is done

it was lovely to see those blossoms every morning fresh and new


I am very much looking forward to this weekend

it's the first one in quite a while that Joe and I have both had off

the boys will be with us as well


I suppose I'll be making a trip to the market today



random five

friday finds

Thursday, 19 September 2013

19 September








 we stood on the  porch this morning and watched both the big harvest moon setting

 and the sun rising over the island 


later we noticed this fishing boat headed out from the harbor

i've been so busy with all my school work

it's the first time that i've been in school in 35 years!


i am so excited and anxious and exhausted and terrified


it's much more work than i thought it would be

somehow i forgot about how much time homework would take

i am beginning to get used to it though

i'm seeing a flow now - i don't feel so overwhelmed

i like it

i can do it 









Tuesday, 17 September 2013

17 September







yesterday she noticed the queen anne's lace had browned and turned in again

it must have happened while she was at the market

washing the dishes

sweeping off the porch

 walking
laughing
loving

living her life





Sunday, 15 September 2013

15 September







in short 30 second TV clips

they seek vibrant eyes

and violet lips

does this make me look  vivacious?
does this make me look sumptuous?

does this make me sassy and single? 

they slather themselves with vacuous manipulations
and spread their legs
for the master








15 September






John Lennon

15 September




get artsy


read a book

Peter Pan has a bit of a cold

we read some of Little House 

and all fell asleep early



enjoy a pumpkin drink

 I found this delicious coffee at our local Home Goods store

 I paid less for a pound than I would have for one latte at starbucks


 something sweet

I love d'anjou pears at this time of year





 Malachi

teddy bear

extraordinaire









scavenger hunt Sunday

Saturday, 14 September 2013

13 September


this was the summer that ma died
after a lengthy illness

so old friends gathered together today

but emptiness hovered in that small church
touching them with ghostly fingers
standing next to them on the sidewalk
because childhood died suddenly
in the closet that summer

and that was the loss they were not prepared for




I just want to add that this was not written about my own mother who is alive and well.

friday 55






14 September





silly

my brother's trying to steal my nieces ice cream sunday while she wasn't looking...

needless to say he didn't get away with it


something outside

heart shaped stones set on the porch rail


Friday, 13 September 2013

13 September




I've found the beaches quieter now that labor day has come and gone.
it's different when there's no so many people
it's peaceful

~ ~

I am finding myself very busy with all of the extra reading and writing school requires.

It's a little bit overwhelming getting used to this schedule but it's very exciting as well.

~ ~
I noticed a blossom on the moon-flower vine this morning. I'm hoping that we may have a bloom before the winter sets in.


~ ~

mornings and evenings the geese fly over our house. They are landing or taking off from the beaches on either side of us so they are flying very low. We're on the second floor so they pass right by our windows. If we're out on the porch it's as if we can reach out and touch them.
Honk, Honk!


~  ~


When I was a girl the kids in my neighborhood gathered up all the berries on the bayberry bushes and melted them down to make candles with the wax.
It takes an awful lot of wax to make a candle.
There's very little wax on bayberries.
Either way they smell wonderful.







Thursday, 12 September 2013

12 September


bayberries




the bayberry bushes are loaded with berries

i've been to the path along the beach



i brought home 

a little clipping in a small jelly jar 

and set it on the kitchen table

the morning sun shines in through the window

lighting on the greenish grey berries 

warming them just enough to perfume the house with their fragrance




bringing nature inside is one of my favorite things to do









Tuesday, 10 September 2013

10 September



september's mellow




the trees in the side yard are not quite healthy

they're battered by the winds and salt coming off of the ocean

they're old

they've been dropping leaves for weeks now

like senior citizens that show up for a five o'clock dinner at 4:30

they're early for the spectacular autumn show



the trees in the side yard drop crispy leaves that have already browned and are curling in

at the edges

they've been falling on the grass and accumulating at the borders

where the wind blows them and they get hung up on the old railroad ties

it looks more like October than the very start of September

brings to mind that old song

when life was slow and oh so mellow




Monday, 9 September 2013

9 September



the cardinals have been coming back to the porch in search of seed

we've seen both the male and the female chirping away out there

but the feeders have been empty most of summer

 i will fill them again now that fall

is in the air

and put some water out there in hopes of attracting the goldfinches that gather at the bird bath 

in the yard

i love the blue feeder you can see behind the geraniums

the light shines through the glass in such a pretty way


all summer long it's been hanging there with no seed in it at all










the beaches were just about empty on labor day weekend

it was cooler and cloudy


 nice to have the place to myself again











Sunday, 8 September 2013

8 September









It traveled with us as we looked at our worlds speeding by
It puffed its foul thick smoke into the very air of our cities and towns

we look out from our windows of perception at the world speeding by and
did we know it traveled with us?

Did it live in all of us -this thing with a pulse
this thing on the opposite side of the table
that sat
-or stood, though there were chairs to spare


Is it true what they say?
that children are not born with prejudice?
I can't remember back that far.





the mag




8 September






some people used only linear dimensions



 avenues laid straight in front of them

invariable, unbent, unswerving


my answers seem to be at the center 

of a magic ball some times

am I the only one to be intrigued by  that ringing bell

and then I remember

there are stains on all of us

we all pay a price for being alive







8 September





Labor day/work

I am a student again so that is my work right now.



phone call

It is a year this week that my mother's husband suddenly passed away.
We celebrated his life and enjoyed the company of the people he had touched in some way.


But neither my mum, my sister or brother, nor myself will ever forget the phone call that night.


pills
this is a very old picture taken before I had my Nikon. 
 W.C. Fields once said "I don't eat grapes. I'm not in the habit of drinking my wine in the form of a pill."
I don't take pills. I do, however, drink wine.



up close





white space






Saturday, 7 September 2013

7 September











shadow


fave

which is the season of Autumn 
and the sedum blooming in the nearby gardens signifies that autumn is near

quotography

darkness

I suppose it's true that without darkness we could not have light
 

pink saturday


7 September


Billy


they gathered to celebrate 
no longer tethered to this earthly life
he had worn his crown well
it was  tattered and torn
was he in a loft above them -he would have scoffed







trifecta

6 September



She made her coffee with a French coffee press
strong and cinnamon flavored
every morning she waited for the tea kettle to whistle
the pressure would pop the cap if she didn't turn the heat off soon enough
the irony of that didn't escape her
as she poured the hot coffee into her red mug



friday 55

5 minute friday

Wednesday, 4 September 2013

6 September








On Tuesday we had my mother over for dinner. 
She brought me two little squares of lavender scented soaps and some cocktail napkins.
She's nice like that. 

~ ~ ~

September is my favorite month and October is my next favorite. 
Those two months are crazy beautiful here in New England.


My grown daughter called me the other day to get my meatball recipe. 
I feel like I've passed some sort of mother-hood test now that
 they've grown up enough to ask for my recipes.

It's not even my recipe. I got it out of a cookbook less than 10 years ago.
It certainly wasn't passed down from generation to generation.
I'm Irish -we're not exactly known for our cooking.

~ ~ ~


I almost never watch anything on TV except for movies.
the other day  a commercial for honey-boo-boo came on while we were scanning through on-demand  and I felt like I'd been violated.
I had to take a shower.

~ ~ ~

Remember last week when I said I would never use the touch screen on my new computer?
Well..things have not exactly turned out that way.
It's pretty cool.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~


The beach was nearly empty 

Even though it was Saturday of Labor Day weekend

the clouds had convinced every one to do other things

cookouts and home projects and 

shopping, shopping, shopping


I shared the beach with only an older father in his swim trunks and his two daughters

who played in the sand with their plastic pails.

and a gathering of friends and family who had set up their chairs and blankets 

up by the sea wall

they had wheeled their beach stuff in with carts

they had brought the old ladies and the babies

and sweatshirts

they were here for the day


I walked the other side of the beach

just me and some seagulls

and this shell







5 September



in the stillness of an evening

a hush came down

so at the end of day

 they rode their bikes to the beach

and rambled out amongst the slippery seaweed

to the big rock where the two seagulls were

where daddy had walked with his father when he was a little boy 


crabs were there and mussels and clams

sometimes lobsters - but not that night

up on the beach a family had dug a pit in the sand 

and built a fire in it

their children played in the surf and their grandmother sat in a pink and white chair

 nothing disturbed the stillness of the twilight

even the moon daren't rise for fear of rippling the water with her silvery light

when the tide started to turn and the sun began to sink low

they walked back up to the bikes

laughing at clams spitting water 

and imagined they could hear mermaids 

laughing with them















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