Spring, nails, hail and a little poetry on the path least traveled

Dear Diary from the path least traveled…

Hello Diary,

I have returned after a busy week of taking care of business and starting to chart a course for a new beginning…resting up a bit today and thought I would pop in and share a few thoughts… spring arrived earlier this week and when it did, brought with it some spring thunderstorms…got a good shot of large hail..

Most of the hail were around 1/2 inch in diameter…

Though there were a few around 3/4 inch…luckily there wasn’t any damage to speak of… other than some occasional rain, rest of the week were pretty quite weather wise…spent the week doing chores, moving things around in the house and getting ready for my VA appointment Monday…
As you know, I wear nails to cover my fingernails for health reasons ( along with the appearance) and with the high cost of buying nails already finished, and not able to always get what one wants, I have taken up making my own (on rainy days 🙂 … so I purchased what I supplies I needed (cheaper than buying finished nails)..

And some unfinished nails….

And started making nails to my taste and likes.. got me a little assembly line going..

And now I am stocked up on a variety of colors that should do for some time ( I change nails about every two weeks)…

Though I have a variety of colors, the following are my “every day” nails which I wear most of the time..

I have been getting good reviews for my nails, also for my earrings…some I have made myself using broken jewelry that I have found over time….

It is all about feeling good about ones self and in doing so, helps with the physical health as they both go hand in hand… and because I consider myself a free spirit in a mortal body, therefore not shackled to a given ideology, I am able to do what I need to do and want to do for mental and physical health in order to live and enjoy life…
And that is about all for today, Diary…expect with the coming of spring and summer and a new beginning, there will be much more to share.. 🙂 won’t leave any quotes today but a poem instead..

A Kipling I know I’m not
I know that from the start,
No eloquent words here, my love
Just words of love, from the heart.

Nothing cute or fancy…
No false charmers words here,
But words of undying love for you, my darling
From my heart, my very spirit…. my dear.

Couldn’t find the words for some time
Searched every book and song,
Until that wonderful precious day
That YOU, my love, came along.

Now that I have the words, beloved
What’s this ole country boy to do,
How will these arthritic hands, my love
Say those precious words to you.

It will have to be done right, you know
And I know I will find a way,
To say how much I Love You more
With every heartbeat, each and every day.

There will be no falsehoods or lies for you, dear one
No meaningless empty words, cute or clever,
For I would rather you love me for just one day
Than to hate this ole country boy forever.
(penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller, 7-12-2008)

I shall take my leave now, will have a leisurely day contemplating the tomorrows and what they may bring along a new beginning as I (though not alone) venture down the path least taken… but I shall return one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

Even Secret Garden has a song for a new beginning….

A bit gloomy with a touch of sadness on the path least traveled..

Dear Diary from the path least traveled…

Hello Diary,

I’m returning on a cold and gloomy day and it sort fits the mood as there is a bit of sadness in the air today on the path least traveled… you are aware that little Bree were having some health issues with her little heart… well, last Sunday morning her precious hearts time had come to an end, Bree passed away and joined Kathy and Miss Daisy.. as with Kathy and Miss Daisy she will be missed but leaves behind many memories…as there are too many memories to all mention, thought I would share a few today…

Over time, Miss Daisy..

And Bree…

would become close and inseparable.. but, like children, they would havc their moments and one would be that they would get the same thing for Christmas but always wanted what the other got… 🙂

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After Miss Daisy’s passing, Bree took it upon herself to carry on…. were always vigilant, keeping an eye on the home…

Making sure I got the gardening done properly..

And when shopping and running errands, would keep an eye on the car to make sure no one messed with it (really think she came for the popcorn chicken 🙂 )…

And when Kathy were battling cancer, whether by the chair or the bathroom, Bree always were near by, keeping her company and occasionally napping..

And when Kathy would call my name, needing some assistance, Bree would jump up and go running through the house (all the while barking) looking for me, once finding me, would return to Mom and keep her company… I could go on and on but believe I shall stop.. Bree (wrapped in a warm blanket along with some of her toys) is now resting along side Miss Daisy, while I were laying her to rest, a poem came to mind..

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamonds glints in the snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you awaking in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft star that shines at night
Do not stand by my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die
(Mary Elizabeth Frye)

So, while to the observer I may be venturing down the path least traveled alone, in reality I shall have company with the spirits of Kathy, Miss Daisy and little Bree as I continue to chase rainbows and create more memories on the path least traveled…

A rainbow quote;

“Walk on a rainbow trail; walk on a trail of song, and all about you will be beauty. There is a way out of every dark mist, over a rainbow trail.” Robert Motherwell

And with that shall take my leave but I shall return on day (with a heart filled with memories) with more to share, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

Until then, as with all things, it is time to say goodbye…

More spring, winter, gardening and a poem on the path least traveled……

Dear Diary from the path least traveled…

Hello Diary,

Back again after a busy week of taking care of business, bringing pages of life’s history to a close, a bit of indoor gardening, doing what I can for the environment, etc and preparing for spring, although winter is not giving in without a struggle…cold temperatures tonight and rest of weekend, , maybe some snow next week… in spite of that bad news, still preparing for spring, have some migratory birds feeding (some Grackles, doves, sparrows, etc), had more birds before I to the pic but something spooked them..

Also the crocus are now blooming from last week….

Will be interesting to see how the crocus ( and other plants and trees) will deal with the cold temperatures… but still gardening, though indoors.. have a vanity that I do not use ( in what was intended to be master bedroom but hasn’t been used as a bedroom in years.. 🙂 ) so decided to use it as a indoor garden for my radish and onions, can do it year around….first I protected the vanity top..

And put the containers down (those are real green onions in the container on the right)… then I started to “fancy” it up a bit, covered the big mirror and scattered some artificial flowers I had on hand…

I have some more artificial flowers ordered.. also have a energy efficient grow light coming to help the skylight furnish light for the plants.. the large container on the left is for radish, the rest for green onions… will be making changes and tweaking a bit as time goes along, no doubt… 🙂 worked on that to finish the week so now as planned, having a relaxing weekend..have been listening to one of my favorites, a group called Secret Garden.. and will leave one of my poems to read as you listen..

A Invitation..

I received a invitation one day
Oh, not your regular kind,
The words not spoken or written
But were in the heart and mind.

To share a love and happiness
A love, that is precious and true,
A happiness that is eternal
That only lovers and dreamers knew.

The invite did not come the regular way
No cards, no letters, no phone.. you see,
It just appeared one day
In the depths, the spirit and heart of me.

The invite came from an unknown
A unknown too great for me to behold,
But it was to be a precious beginning,
Of a story, one day to be told.

(penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller 2-4-2001)

So shared a few thoughts and memories with you, Diary, and will take my leave now.. using my new ereader and presently reading the Adventures of Sherlock Holmes ( the old Holmes.. 🙂 ) and will do so shortly while listening to Secret Garden… that being said, some thoughts about change..

“Getting over a painful experience is much like crossing monkey bars. You have to let go at some point in order to move forward.” -C.S. Lewis

“He who rejects change is the architect of decay. The only human institution which rejects progress is the cemetery”. -Harold Wilson

“I alone cannot change the world, but I can cast a stone across the waters to create many ripples.” -Mother Teresa

So (taking a line from Walt Disney) it is HI HO HI HO on down the path Bree and I go…chasing rainbows and dreams but shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

With the help of the Seven Dwarfs..

More spring, a taste of winter and a Zip-a-dee-do-dah weekend coming on the path least traveled….

Dear Diary from the path least traveled…

Hello Diary,

Popping in to leave a few thoughts before I bring the day, and the week, to a close.. been a busy week, chores and tasks done and weekend is suppose to be somewhat pleasant weather wise, so will have a leisurely weekend planned while contemplating and planning the future..especially with one eye on spring coming… been having a taste of spring all month with spring like weather, interrupted occasionally by winter…

As I have said, migratory birds on the increase, and plants starting to awake from the winter doldrums…got the hummingbirds favorite, the honeysuckle..

Hummers, bees and butterflies all like the daylily..

This is the bumble bees favorite, a heirloom rose bush..

Not necessarily my favorite with the thorns it possess.. 🙂 and there is also the lilac bush..

The general rule of thumb is when the lilac blooms, that is the time to go looking for wild mushrooms, but weather has a great deal to do with that!.. 🙂 it is a bit early for all of these plants to be at this stage, due to the above normal temperatures we have been having and with winter still in the air, there may be some damage and stunt the growth…but for the foreseeable future, there is a warm forecast in spite of Phil’s predictions… 🙂

Will post my spring poem…

I’m watching the sun come up
With coffee in my hand,
Thoughts passing like a gentle breeze
As I gaze upon the land.

Thinking about my garden
As I watch the squirrels at play,
Will this be a good year?
With nature being kind…day by day.?

Or will it be like last year
A struggle both day and night,
Hoping for a better day
With every morning’s light.

Love is in the air
Carried by a gentle breeze,
In the notes of a birds song
As the melody,..gently,.. drifts through the trees.

The time has come to make ready
To plan and to prepare,
Even though it’s cool outside
A taste of spring, and love, is in the air!

Or is it just me………….. grin
(Larry “Dutch” Woller, 4-7-2008)

Getting on the dark side briefly, I see they caught another Republican lying, seems it is getting more and more difficult to trust a Republican these days, male or female.. 🙂

Enough of the dark side, back to the bright side and another poem perhaps…

Weeder’s Thoughts
I have raked the soil and planted the seeds
Now I’ve joined the army that fights the weeds.
For me no flashing saber and sword,
To battle the swiftly marching horde;
With a valiant heart I fight the foe,
My only weapon a trusty hoe.
No martial music to swing me along,
I march to the robin redbreast song.
No stirring anthem of bugle and drum
But the cricket’s chirp and the honey bee’s hum.
No anti-aircraft or siren yell
But there’s Trumpet-creeper and Lily-bell.
With a loving heart and a sturdy hand,
I defend the borders of flower-land;
While high over Larkspur and Leopardsbane,
A butterfly pilots his tiny plane;
But I shall not fear his skillful hand,
My enemy charges only by land.
Would those who lead nations in war and hate
But lay down their guns at some garden gate,
There, bury- their bombs and their bloody deeds,
And join the grand army that’s fighting the weeds.
-ALMA B. Eymann

That being side, will close now and bring the day to a end., looking forward to tomorrow and all the tomorrows to follow, while venturing down the path least traveled.. will return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise..

Will have a Zip-a-dee-do-dah weekend, right Uncle Remus??… 🙂