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… 🙂
( “I do not do, say or write something to been seen or heard… I do, say or write something because it needed to be done, said or written…” , no nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 )
It were a quiet Thursday morning I woke up to…
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 )
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) ….. 🙂
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!.. 🙂
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..
Here is a photo at night with spider.. web 4 feet (1.2m) in diameter, spider approximately 3 inches (76.2mm) in diameter…
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… 🙂
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..
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