“The greatest danger for most of us is not that our aim is too high and we miss it, but that it is too low and we reach it.” ( Michelangelo) on the path least traveled

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..just letting the heart do the talking while the fingers do the walking while being different, being me… 🙂

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A holiday on the horizon, a celebration of freedom they say.. here on the path there is freedom and it is celebrated every day… 🙂 “I am free born and free bred, where I acknowledge no man as my superior, except for his own worth, or as my inferior, except for his own demerit.” Theodore Roosevelt

A Spirit Born Free…

While dealing with the doldrums
That happen often in wintertime,
And while contemplating my tomorrows
Thought I’d pen some thoughts that rhyme.

Free.. as I venture through my life
With each step, all the while being me,
An open mind, a heart of dreams
A spirit, enjoying being free.

A spirit that views another
As another feels, wishes to be,
In a realm of acceptance
So another can enjoy being free.

Free…. to love another
No color, gender or race,
Only to know and feel happiness
No social walls to face.

Free… to live life as one chooses
Fallow a dream, the heart would say,
Free to walk ones own path of life
Filled with adventures along the way.

There are those who would color me different
Many to gaze upon me with dismay,
But unlike them, I’ve found happiness
Free….by choosing to live life my way.

(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

“Don’t be pushed around by the fears in your mind. Be led by the dreams in your heart.” ( Roy T. Bennett )

Hello Diary,

Yes, here in America the 4th of July holiday is approaching, a celebration of freedom, but are they really free, one asks?… “The man who follows the crowd will usually get no further than the crowd. The man who walks alone is likely to find himself in places no man has ever been before.” Francis Phillip Wernig

Here on the path there is freedom as one watches the morning begin….“Every morning your have two choices: continue to sleep with your dreams, or wake up and chase them.”

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A freedom everyday and it’s…

Not a world of race, color or gender
Nor closed minded ridicule or prejudice… you see,
But a world that respects another’s dream
Of what or who they wish to be.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Free to learn about oneself and life, like Attila as she prepares to leave the nest for the first time..

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“Becoming free is learning about yourself; the scared and the insecure, the brilliant and the bold. Embrace both and the journey is yours and yours alone. No longer are you following another’s directions and your path and purpose will present themselves. Only then might you find another wandering soul doing the same thing, who can walk with you but on their own journey. All of a sudden you might find a shared passion and a wrinkled map on the trail that makes sense.” Riitta Klint

Of course there is Spidey, the spider, living life his way in spite of how he is perceived…“You wouldn’t worry so much about what others think of you if you realize how seldom they do”.. (Eleanor Roosevelt)

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Free to love another without fear or ridicule… “Love knows no bounds or time, love is the spirit of the heart, love is the life support of hope, love is the force behind compassion, love is the foundation for true friendships, relationships….without love, life is barren and cold and has no meaning”…. (Larry “Dutch” Woller)

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Or perhaps these young ladies… “You don’t love the person you can live with, you love the person you cannot live without”…

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Perhaps a good friend… “Life gives us brief moments with another, but sometimes in those brief moments we get memories that last a lifetime, So live that your memories will be part of your happiness.”

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Free to make choices that may result in change.. “When someone tells you “you’ve changed”, it might be because you have stopped living your life their way”.. John Pence

Winds of Change…

I watched that heavy door begin to close,
all the while the winds above me rose.
The years whisper and whistle back into my ear,
the memories haunted by sorrows and fear.

With a new day it finally dawned on me,
the past needed locking and I had the key.
Leave it behind, leap and fly away free,
let the winds of change blow and carry me.

Feel them lifting my wings now able to soar,
up to an open sky and caged no more.
Flying so fast to where no hurt can find,
a place of peace now inhabits my mind.

This heart full of courage never ceases to beat,
knowing my history is not destined to repeat.
Clear paths now lead me to a new destination,
for my life, my future and the next generation.
(Kelly Deschler 3/26/2016)

“Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending.” -Maria Robinson

Well, I had better close.. Use that freedom to follow my dreams, seek out adventure that may lie ahead around the next bend on the path…but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

Free to follow ones dreams, ones destiny
Being led by a open heart, you see
Free to love another without fear
To cherish and embrace those one holds dear,
Free to be who one wishes to be
For here on the path one is born free.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

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“Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.” ( Dr. Seuss) on the path least traveled…

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..just letting the heart do the talking while the fingers do the walking while being different, being me… 🙂

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It were a quiet Thursday morning I woke up to…

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A Quiet Morning…

A quiet morning to wake up to
Sitting, gazing out, with a spot of tea,
Contemplating my tomorrows
Wondering, what will the future be.

A quiet morning, a open mind
Thinking about the path, its mysteries many fold,
Each to explore and treasure
Soon a treasured memory to behold.

A quiet morning, a open heart
Another day to learn and explore about me.
It is my life.. only get one chance
Will have to do it my way.. don’t you see.

A quiet morning, being different
Reminding me of words from a song,
Where do I fit in, one asks
One wonders, where do I belong.

A quiet morning, on the path
At the end of it, on the horizon, a lovely rainbow,
It is there my answers lie… the truth is known
Until then, only Fate will know.

A quiet morning, spirit and mind at the ready
To seek the rainbow… perhaps around the next bend,
Once found, I’ll have my answers, you see
And that will be the beginning, not the end.
 
                           (Penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller )

Hello Diary,

Have been a busy week, dealing with the weather while following dreams, chores, working on projects and preparing for the coming heat wave starting tomorrow, Friday, through the weekend… but, will not raise the “white flag” “If you think you can, you can. And if you think you can’t, you’re right” (Mary Kay Ash) ….. 🙂

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Flowerdy floppy hat, check!… working glasses, check!… working gloves, check!.. Banana
Boat sunscreen, check!.. sunshine, check!.. HI HO HI HO it’s out to the gardens we go!.. 🙂

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 )

Diary, the last time I visited I posted some photos of a spider web taken recently.. here are two photos I took last year of spider webs… these are not, repeat NOT, Halloween decorations.. 🙂 .. The first is a web from house to auto… roughly measuring 6 feet (1.8m) in diameter..

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Here is a photo at night with spider.. web 4 feet (1.2m) in diameter, spider approximately 3 inches (76.2mm) in diameter…

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As far as the heat wave is concerned, have a bottle of wine and my entire library (1000+ books) downloaded on the Kindle Fire…mystery, romance… wine and fire, Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm… 🙂

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Well, I had better close for now… finish up a few things and then ready for the heat, not to mention dreams, rainbows and whatever else lies around the next bend on the path… but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise….

Until we meet again;

May love and laughter light your days,
and warm your heart and home.
May good and faithful friends be yours,
wherever you may roam.
May peace and plenty bless your world
with joy that long endures.
May all life’s passing seasons
bring the best to you and yours!
May the road rise to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your face
The rains fall soft upon your fields
And until we meet again
May God hold you
In the palm of his hand..
(Irish Saying)

Goodnight, goodnight, until we meet again
Adios, Au Revoir, Auf Wiedersehn ’til then
And though it’s always sweet sorrow to part
You know you’ll always remain in my heart
Goodnight, sleep tight, and pleasant dreams to you
Here’s a wish and a prayer that every dream comes true
And now ’til we meet again
Adios, Au Revoir, Auf Wiedersehn
GOOD NIGHT

“Everyday one has choices, either to venture into the light, follow one’s dreams and live life, or stay in the shadows, the darkness and not know happiness…” (Larry “Dutch” Woller) on the path least traveled

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..just letting the heart do the talking while the fingers do the walking while being different, being me… 🙂

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“Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird, that cannot fly.” Langston Hughes

Dreams..
There’s a place where I go that no one else knows,
Where mysteries abound and excitement grows.
A place out of reach of any man’s hands,
Safely secluded in a far away land

Beyond the grasp of those who may plunder
The wealth of its power and its life changing wonder.
I go alone to my secret place, never leaving a trace
For someone to follow and discover my space

Where I keep my secrets, my fears, and my regrets
Away from the world and all of its threats.
It’s mine and mine alone!
The only place I can call my own.

I treasure the moments spent in this realm
Where anything is possible and I’m at the helm.
This place I describe is all that it seems …
It’s a magical place I call my dreams.
(John Raines)

Hello Diary,

It is a late Saturday afternoon and in-between storms at the moment.. mainly rain.. live does go on with dreams to follow..“Don’t be pushed around by the fears in your mind. Be led by the dreams in your heart.” (Roy T. Bennett )… all in the gardens are taking the weather in stride, pursuing ones destiny… the raspberries bearing fruit…”My dreams are my dress rehearsals for my future.” (David Copperfield )

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The daylilies are fine with the rainy weather also… “It’s not how much we give but how much love we put into giving.” (Mother Teresa)

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Mr. Rabbit and friends are taking advantage of the quiet weather to get a bite to eat.. “Life gives us brief moments with another, but sometimes in those brief moments we get memories that last a lifetime, So live that your memories will be part of your happiness.”

Mr Rabbit and friends

And the pond fish are having a leisurely swim, enjoying the quiet of the day…“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language, and next year’s words await another voice, and to make an end is to make a beginning.” (T.S. Eliot )..

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And such it is in the not so secret gardens.. 🙂

A Not So Secret Garden

I live in a not so secret garden
Along the path least traveled,
Quite unlike the other world
A world that has become unraveled.

A garden of peace and harmony
Being different does not matter here,
All creatures, big and small, living together
Unlike the other world, they do not live in fear.

Together we live the hand that Fate has dealt us
Not sure, or dwell, on our final destiny,
But live to enjoy the moment, the hour, the day
That is what life is about, don’t you see.

So into the not so secret garden I will venture
Along the path least traveled,
To find love, understanding, to follow one’s dreams
Unlike the other world unraveled.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller )

And finally, I recently purchased a new Kindle 10” Fire to eventually replace my old Kindle… “Any piece of knowledge I acquire today has a value at this moment exactly proportioned to my skill to deal with it. Tomorrow, when I know more, I will recall that piece of knowledge and use it better. “ Mark van Doren

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I had better close for now, prepare for what the future may hold, check out a few dreams and chase some rainbows…but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

Here on the path it is a wonderful world because there is always hope…
HOPE IS

Hope is a feather floating in a bright blue sky
Hope is that sparkle that shines in your eyes.
Hope is a butterfly fluttering on the wind
Hope is good times spent with family and friends.

Hope is a newborn baby’s cry
Hope is a Mother’s lullaby.
Hope is the rainbow after a rain
Hope is the harvest of golden grain.

Hope is the light that keeps darkness at bay
Hope is the breeze on a hot summer day.
Hope is ever present and free of cost
Hope is the last thing ever lost.

Hope is staying positive when the going gets tough
Hope is seeking help when you feel you’ve had enough.
Hope is recovery from simmering sorrow
Hope is believing in a brighter tomorrow.
(Linda Hotger)

“And in the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.” (Abraham Lincoln ) on the path least traveled…

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..just letting the heart do the talking while the fingers do the walking while being different, being me… 🙂

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Woke up this morning on the green side of the grass (not under it) a free spirit with a open heart.. 🙂

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Just Color Me A Free Spirit….

I’m just a free spirit
Open mind and heart is all I’ll ever be,
Don’t need much money
Being rich is not for me.

I have a pocket full of dreams
My fate, has yet to be told,
As I sail from safe harbor
While watching my destiny unfold.

I am not in a “box”
No social chains, you’ll see,
As down the path least traveled
Adventure waits for me.

Not interested in a “image”
Reality is my forte,
I am who I am, leaving no stone unturned
Exploring life each and every day.

Waking up to a world born free
With creatures in their daily rush,
Pursuing their own destinies
Before sunset brings, the evening hush.

The morning air smells clean and fresh
As I awake, it always brings a smile,
Can hear the sound of a distant train
That will travel many a mile.

Yes…just color me a free spirit
For most social graces I do not fit it seems,
No matter, as I choose happiness over ideology
Guided by my heart, as I follow my dreams.

(penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller, )

Hello Diary,

Yes, woke up this Tuesday morning on the green side of the grass to enjoy the day, and life… more storms on the horizon for tomorrow… but neither “fears, nor rain, nor sleet, or gloom of night will stop any adventures.. 🙂 “Don’t be pushed around by the fears in your mind. Be led by the dreams in your heart.” (Roy T. Bennett) … thought it might be best to share a few thoughts…

Pleasant weather this morning, ventured out before sunrise to check the weather instruments (as I do every morning no matter the weather) and guess what, Spidey, the spider, is baaaaaaaaaaack!…

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Fortunately I had my flashlight with me so I didn’t venture into the web… here is another photo without the light….

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Yes, Spidey has the ambush set up for a unsuspecting creature trap..

“Will you walk into my parlour, said a Spider to a Fly;
‘Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy.
The way into my parlour is up a winding stair,
And I have many pretty things to shew when you get there.
Oh, no, no! said the little Fly; to ask me is in vain:
For who goes up that winding stair shall ne’er come down again.
(Mary Howitt )

Of course, in the daytime Spidey takes the web down…

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Sooooooooooo, no one knows where Spidey is at, hiding in his glen, to come back another day… 🙂

As I browsed the news as of late, I cannot help but wonder about a element of world society and their obsession (belief) about obtaining wealth, sometimes at all costs.. I suppose that is a part of being closed minded… “I would rather have a mind opened by wonder than one closed by belief” (Gerry Spence)… as for me, I am far wealthier than they can ever hope to be.. 🙂

I’m far richer than the rich
Wealthier than the wealthy by far,
I have gold in the sun
I have silver in the star.

I have dreams that I follow
That are more precious than gold,
As I venture through life
Eagerly watching, the dreams unfold.

I have diamonds, too many to count
With each new fallen snow,
As I see each one sparkle
While basking in the suns glow.

The mornings bring nature’s painting
Priceless, a portrait of the sky,
Impossible to duplicate
Even though many did try.

Each bloom of the red rose
A ruby, one of a kind,
With the bloom of the white rose
A pearl comes to mind.

Money have I little
But wealth I have got,
But I don’t fit in with
The wealthy and rich lot.

But I’m not going to change
A wealthy dreamer I’ll stay,
Until the rivers, they all run dry
Until the four winds, they all blow away.

(Larry “Dutch” Woller )

Well, I had better close for now.. will be eagerly awaiting to vision what dreams have instore this evening, will usually have two choices; venture into the light and live and enjoy life or stay in the shadows, the darkness and never know true happiness, the choice is clear.. 🙂 but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

Not sure what awaits me at the “finish line of life” “ I am currently attending the School of Life, learning more about the universe and me… and Graduation Day will be the day of my funeral and it is then I will know if I failed or I succeeded and graduated”… (Larry “Dutch” Woller).. but the journey will be done my way.. 🙂

“I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw some things back.” (Maya Angelou) on the path least traveled…

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This weekend is Father’s Day weekend and wonder how many father’s have found themselves in this situation… 🙂

On our little girls third birthday,
She got a sandbox, In the backyard to play.
Sand was everywhere as she play and she laughed.
I fussed at her, For it killed all the grass.

Chorus; It’ll come back, It’ll come back
Daddy don’t be mad, God and the rain will bring it back.

When our little girl, Just turned ten,
She got a bike to ride with all her friends.
She skinned both her knees, as she played and she laughed.
I fussed at her. For it killed all the grass.

Chorus;

When our little girl, Turned seventeen.
We built her a pool, In the backyard that spring.
All her friends came and they swam and they splashed.
I fussed at her, For it killed all the grass.

Chorus;

My wife and I sit on the porch alone.
As I look out across at my beautiful lawn
The house is quiet, There’s no children at play.
And I say to my wife.
“Honey If you’ll listen real close, You can still hear her say…”

Chorus;
Hello Diary,

It is a Friday, so far a pleasant day but there are storms again on the horizon for the next few days… taking time from preparing for the future to leave a few thoughts (may not be able to get online much this weekend)… sitting here with a spot of tea with Father’s Day on the horizon and thinking about all the children.. as with the way of all creatures, at some point in time they leave the nest… :

Unfortunately, for reasons us mere mortals cannot comprehend, some leave the nest far too soon…
The little toy dog is covered with dust,
But sturdy and stanch he stands;
And the little toy soldier is red with rust,
And his musket molds in his hands.
Time was when the little toy dog was new
And the soldier was passing fair,
And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue
Kissed them and put them there.

“Now, don’t you go till I come,” he said,
“And don’t you make any noise!”
So toddling off to his trundle-bed
He dreamed of the pretty toys.
And as he was dreaming, an angels song
Awakened our Little Boy Blue,–
Oh, the years are many, the years are long,
But the little toy friends are true.

Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand,
Each in the same old place,
Awaiting the touch of a little hand,
The smile of a little face.
And they wonder, as waiting these long years through,
In the dust of that little chair,
What has become of our Little Boy Blue
Since he kissed them and put them there.
(Eugene Field)

And at some point in time some grow their wings and fly away to follow their destiny..

Little folks are people too
Very much like me and you
The little things they say and do
They kinda make your day
Foolishness and common sense
Through the eyes of innocence
Skip a rope or jump a fence
Gettin’ in the way

Daddy, why are you so tall?
Daddy, why am I so small?
Daddy, who makes snowflakes fall?
Could it be the Lord?
Chasing puppies, climbin’ trees
Bumping heads and skinnin’ knees
It’s not very hard to see
That kids are God’s reward

Little folks get down and out
The girls will cry and boys will pout
Before you know what it’s about
They’re smiling once again
Colored kites on summer breeze
Jingle Bells and Christmas trees
Too soon they’re only memories
Do you remember when?

Daddy, what makes eagles fly?
What makes clouds float in the sky?
And Daddy, if I really try
Will I grow up someday?

But little folks slip through our hands
Like so many grains of sand
You’d best enjoy them while you can
So soon they fly away…

And there are some that do not have a father (or mother) and as a sustaining guardian of the Cunningham Children’s home, hopefully I can give them some hope that they will realize their dreams on this Father’ Day (and every day).. “Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul – and sings the tunes without the words – and never stops at all.” Emily Dickinson

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Well, I had better close for now.. Have my own dreams to follow…“All one can do is know happiness by following ones dreams, being led by one’s heart, and it is up to the rest of the world to accept or not” but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

In spite of the storms, me and the rest of the children (along with the poets, dreamers and lovers) will be looking for that rainbow connection and the path to our destiny… 🙂

“I have a dream, a song to sing, to help me cope with anything “ (ABBA) on the path least traveled….

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..just letting the heart do the talking while the fingers do the walking while being different, being me… 🙂

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Well, it is PRIDE month, here on the path every day is PRIDE… 🙂 be proud of who you are, what you believe and follow your dreams… have my pride hat at the ready, supporting any who are living life their way and following their dreams (and those, because of unforeseen circumstances, who cannot at this time).. 🙂

me with pride hat..

And following Steve Jobs advice; “Your time is limited, don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma, which is living the result of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of other’s opinion drown your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition, they somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary” Steve Jobs

And sometimes, when following ones dreams, one may encounter adversity and hostile criticism but “Never be bullied into silence, never allow yourself to be made a victim, accept no one’s definition of your life, define yourself”… Robert Frost

Like the coat of many colors, love will find a way and help one through it all…

Hello Diary,

Well, my friend Bette came up with the idea of dancing among the flowers, so with the help of Andre Rieu, have grabbed my hat, will be who I am with my dreams in my pocket, so take it away Mr. Rieu…

Honeysuckle… “When someone tells you “you’ve changed”, it might be because you have stopped living your life their way”.. (John Pence)..

honeysuckle

Roses.. “The greatest challenge in life is to be our own person and accept that being different is a blessing and not a curse”.. (Kilroy Oldster)..

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Hosta… “Find out who you are and be that person. That’s what your spirit was put on this Earth to be. Find that truth, live that truth and everything else will come.” (Ellen DeGeneres)..

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Clematis.. “Confidence is knowing who you are and not changing it a bit because of someone’s version of reality is not your reality.” Shannon L. Alder

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Hosta… “We all have our own life to pursue, our own kind of dream to be weaving. And we all have some power to make wishes come true, as long as we keep believing.” Louisa May Alcott

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Peonies.. “Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow them.” Louisa May Alcott

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How are we so “different”?
If “different” is just a thing.
If we all have certain features,
What does “different” bring?

People filled with hatred,
Can’t possibly see,
That there’s not really “differences”
Between you and me.

Looks can’t show “difference”,
If they’re just there to be seen.
If you don’t look like someone else,
Why are they so mean?

If being “different” is what is wrong,
I’d rather not be right.
And I’d want to finish living,
Doing the “different” fight.
(Vincen Tabatha)

Well, I had better close, but the dance is far from over as there will be another time.. for now will have some rainbows to explore and some dreams to contemplate.. but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

It is a pleasant Tuesday here on the path but storms on the horizon for tomorrow.. But “I’m not afraid of storms, for I’m learning how to sail my ship.” (Louisa May Alcott) and “Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning to dance in the rain”… may not be dancing but perhaps singing a note or two… 🙂

“ Love is a beautiful journey, where every step is a destination and every moment an eternity” on the path least traveled…

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Flowers are always associated with love, especially the rose.. the first rose of summer..

first rose of summer

“A single rose can be my garden… a single friend, my world.” Leo Buscaglia

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Hello Diary,

So far have managed to avoid the severe weather…there are more storms on the horizon, mainly this weekend so I thought I would share some thoughts today.. “Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning to dance in the rain”.

In spite of the weather, the flowers in the gardens and backyard are starting to make their presence known… spreading beauty, fragrance and love… a white rose “a new beginning”…

white rose

“You don’t love the person you can live with, you love the person you cannot live without”…

And of course the red rose… the symbol of love among the roses..

red rose south side

“True love doesn’t happen right away; it’s an ever-growing process. It develops after you’ve gone through many ups and downs, when you’ve suffered together, cried together, laughed together, loved together.” (Ricardo Montalban)..

Of course, other flowers a associated with love also, even the pond flowers..

pond flowers

“Just because you feel someone does not love you as much as they should, does not mean they don’t give you all the love they have”..

And there is the purple clematis….

clematis red

“If you love someone, set them free. If they come back they’re yours; if they don’t, they never were.” (Richard Bach)

And there is the pink clematis…

clematis light pole

“Love is the expansion of two natures in such fashion that each include the other, each is enriched by the other.” (Felix Adler)

Soooooooo, from the gardens of the path least traveled, a bouquet of love..

bouquet

A bouquet of flowers from my garden,
Their beauty need not be told,
Their fragrance is soothing and lovely
A pleasant scent for one to behold.

They remind me of you, my dear friend
Whose beauty from within you do share,
Sharing sunshine, understanding and laughter
Sowing the seeds of love and happiness in the air.

This bouquet was picked for you
For coming into my world, my dear friend,
For giving sunshine, laughter, love and happiness
For which I know will never end.
(Penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller )

Well, I had better close now…. Life is calling, or is it the lawn mower?.. 🙂 but I shall return again one day, fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

“Love knows no bounds or time, love is the spirit of the heart, love is the life support of hope, love is the force behind compassion, love is the foundation for true friendships, relationships….without love, life is barren and cold and has no meaning”…. (Larry “Dutch” Woller)

love plate