“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 ) on the path least traveled….

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Hello Diary…

Taking a brief break from chasing dreams, dealing with life’s challenges and the weather to leave a few thoughts… beginning to feel like living in the Amazon… but we will get through it all by following the heart… 🙂

The one thing I like about summer here on the path, is when I venture out into the gardens of a morning to gather weather data, my friends the birds greet me with their chorus… even though they are different, they all sing in harmony… 🙂

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 place where one is accepted as who they are
A spirit kindled to life, when mortal born,
A being coming from the depths within
And not subject to ridicule and scorn.

A place where I know freedom of thought and being
I am what I am, don’t you see,
Neither this one, neither that one, but all the above
In a mortal world, a free spirit, that’s me.

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 here in the gardens on the path least traveled, we always have a eye on the horizon and the rainbow…. 🙂

Well, better close for now and finish the day and contemplate the tomorrows… will return again one day, Fate be willing and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

Until we meet again…

May the love that you give
Always return to you,
That family and friends are many
And always remain true,
May your mind only know peace
No suffering or strife,
May your spirit only know happiness
On your journey through life.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

“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) on the path least traveled..

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When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road your trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and its turns,
As everyone of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about
When they might have won, had they stuck it out.
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow,
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victors cup;
And he learned too late when the night came down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far;
So stick to the fight when your hardest hit,
It’s when things seem worst that you mustn’t quit!
(Wade Watts)

Hello Diary,

It is a Thursday and nearing the end of a pleasant week… took advantage of the weather to venture out into the gardens and backyard for a time.. the future promises to be hot and dry weather, the other side of the coin as to the weather of the past… but woke up to a pleasant day today… 🙂
Oh, what a beautiful mornin’
Oh, what a beautiful day
I’ve got a wonderful feelin’
Everything’s goin’ my way (James Taylor)

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The tree line on the horizon is 6 miles ( 9.5 KM ) away… I were not the only creature on the path enjoying the day… observed Mother cardinal protecting her babies in the nest the cardinal family put in the hanging pot… “ The love a mother has for her children is legendary, it is said a child is the mother’s heart outside her body.” (Author Unknown)

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Also managed to get a photo of the Father cardinal keeping a close eye on his family from a nearby bush…. “You don’t love the person you can live with, you love the person you cannot live without”… (Author Unknow)..

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I also noticed the little house sparrows were taking advantage of the weather and decided to have a “pool party”.. 🙂 “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.” (Author Unknown)…

sparrow pool party

Ventured out to check my weather instruments this morning a spied a Monarch butterfly waiting for the sun to warm its wings so it can continue to follow its dreams… “Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird, that cannot fly.” Langston Hughes

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Later in the day I saw a little House Wren setting on a line… no doubt preparing to take its family south for the winter and new adventures… “Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover, acquire new friends and gain knowledge of yourself and the world.” Samual Clemens aka Mark Twain

wren on line

Yes, everyday is a new adventure for everyone here on the path, including me… “Everyday on the path least traveled brings change, that change presents a new challenge, mentally and physically… as to how to accept it and deal with it, determines what I am to become, generates an excitement about living a second of time and looking forward to what the next second of time brings, a day filled with adventure and mystery.” (Larry “Dutch” Woller )

And speaking of adventure, I had better close for now..new adventures on the horizon calling…but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

Yes, here on the path, following ones dreams with a open mind being led by the heart.. “I would rather have a mind opened by wonder than one closed by belief” (Gerry Spence).. It is a wonderful life indeed… 🙂

“No road is too long for him who advances slowly and does not hurry, and no attainment is beyond his reach who equips himself with patience to achieve it.” (Jean de La Bruyere ) on the path least traveled…

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It is the 4th of July and as I quietly gaze upon the gardens..

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I venture down memory lane thankful for living my life my way… 🙂

A time to contemplate the past
A time to give thanks…they say,
To relive treasured memories
Of each and every passing day.

Thanks for letting me feel love
Be it joy, or be it heartache,
To know someone’s love
A treasured feeling their love did make.

Thanks for letting me live life
To explore, to follow one’s dream,
To seek out and live every adventure
Not enough time in the day… it did seem.

Thanks for letting me meet friends
To share thoughts of love, hope..perhaps a tear,
And by going down the path together in friendship
Doing away with hate, anger….and fear.

Thanks for giving me the courage
To follow my own path…to be me,
To not follow someone else’s path
To live my own….. reality.

Thanks for giving me an open mind
As I venture down the path… allowing me,
To gaze upon life’s treasures, large and small
That many others do not see.

Thanks for giving me an open heart
Able to love, understand and forgive,
And when I grow too old to dream
A place where my memories will live.

Yes, I have much to be thankful for
And every day the list gets longer… you see,
As I venture down the path least traveled
Searching for what destiny… has waiting for me.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller 11-18-2018)

Ahhhhhhhhhh, those were the days…

Hello Diary,

Yes, it is the 4th of July but no fireworks, parades or parties here, just me and a bottle of wine..

me, wine, beret

Quietly reminiscing and browsing memories, and also contemplating the future….

I was not a king or president,
No powers did I hold,
I wasn’t a preacher or a pope,
No sermon for the fold.

So tell me , fate
You hold the key,
What is my destiny
Suppose to be?

I helped construct the IMPE building Champaign, Illinois during my years on construction..

IMPE building

Can no longer build cities
The back is tired and sore,
I was a soldier once
No longer have the heart for war.

Vietnam, 12th Marine Regiment 1965-1966..

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I’ve tilled the soil as a farmer
Fed the world is what they say,
But I see the faces of hunger
Still this very day.

This stalk of corn came from one of our fields, I am standing between my Dad and sister…

cornstalk

I’ve donated time and money
Ask for nothing in return,
I see nothing has changed
Will they ever learn?

I am a sustaining donor to the Foodbank..

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I’ve tilled the fields and went to war
Built cities and bridges and much more,
Has my destiny run it’s course
Fate, is there any more?

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(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

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

Well, I had better close for now…have quiet day of celebrating the freedom of living life.. …“Today I choose life. Every morning when I wake up I can choose joy, happiness, negativity, pain… To feel the freedom that comes from being able to continue to make mistakes and choices – today I choose to feel life, not to deny my humanity but embrace it.” (Kevyn Aucoin).. but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…. 🙂

Yes, I may have to make and small adjustment from time to time, but I follow my dreams with a open mind and led by the heart.. Diary, never let go of your dreams “Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird, that cannot fly.” (Langston Hughes) and should doubt enter your mind remember “The only thing that stands between you and your dream is the will to try and the belief that it is actually possible.” – (Joel Brown)….

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

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It were a quiet Thursday morning I woke up to…

a quiet morning

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..

spider web

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… 🙂

wine and fire

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

“ The love a mother has for her children is legendary, it is said a child is the mother’s heart outside her body.” (on Mother’s Day and every day) on the path least traveled…

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Well, it is Friday and life goes on… Sunday is Mother’s Day (here on the path every day is Mother’s Day 🙂 ) and no matter if one is a Mom or not (anyone), hope Mother’s Day (and every day) is filled with peace, love and happiness and the day is all that one wishes for it to be… 🙂

A Mother’s Hand

Her hands held me gently from the day I took my first breath.
Her hands helped to guide me as I took my first step.
Her hands held me close when the tears would start to fall.
Her hands were quick to show me that she would take care of it all.

Her hands were there to brush my hair, or straighten a wayward bow.
Her hands were often there to comfort the hurts that didn’t always show.
Her hands helped hold the stars in place, and encouraged me to reach.
Her hands would clap and cheer and praise when I captured them at length.

Her hands would also push me, though not down or in harm’s way.
Her hands would punctuate the words, just do what I say.
Her hands sometimes had to discipline, to help bend this young tree.
Her hands would shape and mold me into all she knew I could be.

Her hands are now twisting with age and years of work,
Her hand now needs my gentle touch to rub away the hurt.
Her hands are more beautiful than anything can be.
Her hands are the reason I am me.
(Maggie Pittman )

“I can imagine no heroism greater than motherhood.” – Lance Conrad

Hello Diary,

Were setting here with a cup of tea on this Friday morning and with Mother’s day on the horizon, were thinking about a bouquet of flowers from my garden (the photos were taken last year).. 🙂

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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.

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They remind me of you, Mom
Whose beauty from within you did share,
Bringing sunshine, understanding and laughter
Sowing the seeds of love and happiness in the air.

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This bouquet was picked for you, Mom
For not only being my Mom, but a dear forever friend,
For giving sunshine, laughter, love and happiness
For which I know will never end.
(Penned by Larry “Dutch” Woller )

And when it seems the world is against oneself, there is doubt in ones life, when love is turning to a heartache one can always go to ones best forever friend, Mom… why one would ask?.. As Celine Dion says “Because You Love Me”…

Yes, Mom struggles to help her children become what they wish to be, making sacrifices herself, feeling their pain when all is not well, heart overjoyed in their happiness, being there for her children every step of the way, supports and loves her children no matter the circumstances.. and then in time she finds herself in the shadows, often times unnoticed, as she watches her children gather all the glory as they venture forward following their dream.. but no matter, for the all world knows Mom is the wind beneath their wings… 🙂

Well, I had better close for now and venture on down the path for “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) but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

For someone who may not have a mother on Mothers Day because she has passed on and no longer in this mortal world, do not be sad because she is no further away than your heart watching over you as mothers always do… 🙂

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 Frye)

One day shy of eight years old, my grandma passed away
I was a broken hearted little boy, blowing out that birthday cake
How I cried when the sky let go, with a cold and lonesome rain,
Mamma smiled, said don’t be sad child, grandma’s watching you today

[Chorus]
Cause there’s holes in the floor of heaven
And her tears are pouring down,
That’s how you know she’s watching,
Wishing she could be here now,
And sometimes if your lonely,
Just remember she can see,
There’s holes in the floor of heaven,
And she’s watching over you and me,

Seasons come, and seasons go, nothing stays the same
I grew up, fell in love, met a girl who took my name
Year by year, we made a life, in this sleepy little town
I thought we’d grow old together, Lord, I sure do miss her now

But there’s holes in the floor of heaven,
And her tears are pouring down,
That’s how I know she’s watching,
Wishing she could be here now,
And sometimes when I’m lonely,
I remember she can see,
There’s holes in the floor of heaven,
And she’s, watching over you and me,

Well my little girl is twenty three, I walk her down the aisle
It’s a shame her mom can’t be here now, to see her lovely smile
They throw the rice, I catch her eye, as the rain starts coming down
She takes my hand, says daddy don’t be sad,
Cause I know mamma’s watching now

And there’s holes in the floor of heaven,
And her tears are pouring down,
That’s how you know she’s watching,
Wishing she could be here now,
And sometimes when I’m lonely,
I remember she can see,
Yes, there’s holes in the floor of heaven,
And she’s, watching over you and me

“A friend may be waiting behind a stranger’s face.” ― (Maya Angelou) on the path least traveled….

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It is a bit of a gloomy Saturday morning… sometimes everyone has a gloomy morning in their lives and nothing to do with the weather… a good time to have a friend perhaps..
“No matter the pain or suffering, it is always better if it’s a burden shared by two, instead of a weight carried by one alone”…

“Portrait of a Friend”

I can’t give solutions to all of life’s problems, doubts,
or fears. But I can listen to you, and together we will
search for answers.

I can’t change your past with all it’s heartache and pain,
nor the future with its untold stories.
But I can be there now when you need me to care.

I can’t keep your feet from stumbling.
I can only offer my hand that you may grasp it and not fall.

Your joys, triumphs, successes, and happiness are not mine;
Yet I can share in your laughter.

Your decisions in life are not mine to make, nor to judge;
I can only support you, encourage you,
and help you when you ask.

I can’t prevent you from falling away from friendship,
from your values, from me.
I can only think of you, talk to you and wait for you.

I can’t give you boundaries which I have determined for you,
But I can give you the room to change, room to grow,
room to be yourself.

I can’t keep your heart from breaking and hurting,
But I can cry with you and help you pick up the pieces
and put them back in place.

I can’t tell you who you are or who you will be
I can only love you and be your friend
(Adam Clarke)

Hello Diary,

Weekend is finally here after a busy week.. in the past have been watching the doves as they attempt to build a home while dealing with the weather… after numerous attempts with the trees, etc, they finally decided the perfect place for their home were on top of my storage cabinet on the deck under the roof… 🙂

dove

One can see the head of the dove and part of the nest inside the pink circle… their love and determination (while working together) found a way and now they have their home.. “A home that is built with patience, understanding and love will withstand the strongest winds of difficulties and conflict , a home built with a closed mind, insincerity and haste will collapse in a mere breeze of discontent.” (Larry “Dutch” Woller )

The apple tree is in full bloom..

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Fruit trees cycle every three years and perhaps this year will have some apples… 🙂 inspite of the weather, plants and creatures continue on with their lives while on the path to their destiny.. perhaps world’s society could take some lessons from nature… “I believe that destiny, on a daily basis, puts challenges before me to deal with…how I deal with those challenges will determine what I shall become..” (Larry “Dutch” Woller)..

The lilac bush is finally in full bloom also, much to the delight of the backyard insects..

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The going theory is that it is the best time to hunt for wild mushrooms while the lilac bush is in bloom… I purchase my mushrooms at the store, so with the help of my friends

“Don’t walk in front of me… I may not follow
Don’t walk behind me… I may not lead
Walk beside me… and be my friend” ― (Albert Camus )

I use my time outdoors following my dreams, living and learning about life and the universe… and speaking about learning “ 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)

Well, I had better close for now… “ I have dreams to follow and maybe be someone’s rainbow”, but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

And so, my friend, no matter how dark the skies, listen to your heart, because “The only thing that stands between you and your dream is the will to try and the belief that it is actually possible.” – (Joel Brown)
 

Gone, dreams of the past
Gone, with a love that moved too fast
Gone, bright shiny days
Gone, in a young and restless haze
Why did we love, then run away
So little time, so much left to say
And now, it’s gone

Young and restless friend
You’ll never pass this way again
So drink the summer wine
Reach for the stars
While you have time
Your restless heart
It will lead the way
So dream your dreams and live for each day
While you are young, while you are young
While you are young

“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 ) on the path least traveled….

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Setting here with a spot of tea contemplating when the time would be right to do things… alas only the heart knows…

To climb a mountain
To fly a plane,
To hug a friend
To run naked in the rain.

To stand up tall
To make your thoughts known,
To blend with a crowd
To go it alone.

To till the field
To go to war,
To pen a poem of love
To write a musical score.

To take this path
To maybe take the other,
To open ones heart
To share it with another.

Today, tomorrow perhaps?
The answer is in the heart, you see,
So when is the right time, one asks?
When your heart wishes for it to be..

( Larry “Dutch” Woller ).

Hello Diary,

Well, it is Thursday, time is moving fast as the pace is picking up outdoors with the weather becoming more like spring.. spent the past few days outdoors preparing the backyard and gardens for “spring cleaning… tulips and crocus starting to come through the leaves…

tulips

Uncovered the pond and the fish had made it through the winter (orange streaks in the sun in the water), were worried with the long cold winter…

oind fish

And while I were out and about saw Mr. and Mrs. Robin out enjoying the sunshine…

Mr and Mrs robin

And speaking of birds, I saw our lovebirds taking a break from gathering material for their nest…

dove olovebirds

I also saw Mr. Rabbit getting a snack while going about his busy day…

Mr. Rabbit

I were taking a break when I heard a noise, looked up and saw man’s flying machine streaking across the sky…

lovers plane

I am thinking that perhaps there are those on board who are going to that certain someone who makes the world a happy, loving place… “Why is it we don’t always recognize the moment when love begins, but we always know when love ends ‘.. (L.A Story)

Ahhhhh, but love knows no distance… 🙂

Good night my love, I think of thee
As I dream my spirit will flee
Through the clouds oh so free
Your lovely face I hope to see.

Over land so far apart
But always close here in my heart
As I dream in slumber’s cart
My spirit has a trip to start.

To take my love like golden strand
And wrap your heart with gentle hand
Music plays like as poet’s band
As our spirits frolic above the land.

Lonely can seem so far away
Thinking of you every day
But at night let our spirits play
As so in love we both will stay !

(Author Unknown)

WHAT YOU MEAN TO ME…

Not enough words to tell you, my love
Words full of love from the heart,
But I have all eternity to try
This poem will be a start!

You are my everything, my love!
You mean the world to me!
Cannot see life without you
We, my love, were meant to be!

I bathe in your love, dear one
That grows stronger each and every day.
That warms my heart and spirit
With each loving word you say!

I awake in the morning, eagerly
Awaiting treasured words from thee,
To feel the precious warmth and love
You and your words do give to me!

Your love gives life a meaning
Gives me a reason to greet the day,
Warms the very depths of my spirit
Keeps the nightly cold at bay!

At times distance may lay between us
No bounds nor distance….does our love know,
Knows no space or time, darling
As our love continues to grow.

My eternal devotion to you, you alone
Will be there always…forever and ever,
And I will love you so, my love!
Beyond the 12th of Never.

( Larry “Dutch” Woller)

Well, I had better close, have rambled on long enough.. Thought I would pop in and share a few thoughts with you, Diary, didn’t want you to think I lost my way on the path.. 🙂 I shall return again on day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…

Not only social issues but seems the world of religion and beliefs are in turmoil also, a element of world’s society closed minded to the point they will resort to conflict… as the universe is well aware, I am not into religion/beliefs ( “I would rather have a mind opened by wonder than one closed by belief” Gerry Spence) but for those who do have those beliefs and are having difficult times because of the closed minded, I believe there is the saying; “God promised you a safe landing, he did not say it would be a smooth journey”… 🙂 if all else fails, follow the advice of the Seekers…

look to the sky

Speak to the sky whenever things go wrong
And you’ll know you’re not talking to the air
To the air and the world will look better from up there

Speak to t he sky these things can get you down
And you’ll know you’re not talking to the Lord
To the Lord and the world will look better than before

And if I stumble and it seems that I am blind
Or if the road I’m on seems awful hard to find
And though my conversations doesn’t always rhyme
I always trying to find some time- to

Speak to the sky and tell you how I feel
And you know sometimes what I say isn’t right
It’s all right cause I speak to the sky every night

Speak to the sky whenever things go wrong
And you’ll know you’re talking to the air
To the air and the world will look better from up there

“I have a greater peace of mind by being straightforward and truthful about myself, with open heart and mind, knowing the outcome being uncertain, rather than to wake up tomorrow morning and have to deal with a falsehood I told yesterday.” (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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( “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 🙂 )

Starting to warm up outdoors as Ole Man Winter is starting to move on… thinking about gardens and bouquets for my friends…. 🙂

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 )

Hello Diary,

Well, it is a Wednesday, a somewhat pleasant day with the hint of spring in the air… it were a lovely day yesterday and went for a drive, observing the prairies before planting…one can see the Contrails of man’s flying machines in search of their destinies on the horizon… 🙂

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Taken a break in the activities before ending the day to share a few thoughts… while the past few days were somewhat pleasant, rain is in the forecast for the foreseeable future…. but as the saying goes “April showers bring May flowers” and while it is early yet, one is starting to think garden…(photo taken last year)…

water garden

A garden is like worlds society, there are many differences, each has its own place, is beautiful in its own right…

In the corner of his garden, there’s a patch he used to keep
All to himself, to allow nature to creep
There are no trimmed edges
or prim, proper hedges
He left his earth still and alone
Allowed the forces of nature to roam
He said that you don’t always have to be tidy and neat
Just watch the beauty of opportunity grow at your feet
He said just watch the earth produce its own glory
And I watched…and held on to his story
My grandad was right
Add water and light
Behold the sight
There are poppies and flowering weeds
Buttercups and oat coloured reeds
Daisies gingerly lift their heads
Dandelions roar from muddy beds
Purple thistles and strange grasses
Colours that alight and ignite masses
Dark ferns and heathers
Dandelion clock feathers
Birds foot trefoil, a four leafed clover
My grandad’s story is not over
He may have gone, I may have cried
But the beauty he predicted never died
(Author Unknown)

And, of course, what makes the world go round, what makes the garden grow is love… 🙂

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And that love must have understanding, compassion, patience, perhaps a bit of diplomacy and no lies or falsehoods…

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

Nothing cute or fancy…
No false charmers words here,
But words of undying love for you
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… came along.

Now that I have the words
What’s this ole country boy to do,
How will these arthritic hands
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.
( Larry “Dutch” Woller, )

And, with love in the air, even Attilia has a boyfriend… 🙂

Attilia and friend

Well, I had better close, have rambled on enough… mosey on down the path, perhaps encounter an adventure or two and more memories to be found… but I shall return again one day, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise… 🙂

While I am not into religion, I will have to agree with Ray Stevens that whether plant or creature, everything thing is beautiful….

Jesus loves the little children,
All the little children of the world.
Red and yellow, black and white,
They are precious in his sight.
Jesus loves the little children of the world.

Everything is beautiful in it’s own way.
Like the starry summer night, or a snow-covered winter’s day.
And everybody’s beautiful in their own way.
Under God’s heaven, the world’s gonna find the way.

There is none so blind as he who will not see.
We must not close our minds; we must let our thoughts be free.
For every hour that passes by, we know the world gets a little bit older.
It’s time to realize that beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.

And everything is beautiful in it’s own way.
Like the starry summer night, or a snow-covered winter’s day.
Oh, sing it children!
Everybody’s beautiful in their own way.
Under God’s heaven, the world’s gonna find the way.

We shouldn’t care about the length of his hair, or the color of his skin.
Don’t worry about what shows from without, but the love that lives within.
And we’re gonna get it all together now; everything gonna work out fine.
Just take a little time to look on the good side my friend,
And straighten it out in your mind.

And everything is beautiful in it’s own way.
Like the starry summer night, or a snow-covered winter’s day.
Ah, sing it children!
Everybody’s beautiful in their own way,
Under God’s heaven the world’s gonna find a way.
One more time!
Everything is beautiful in it’s own way.
Like the starry summer night, or a snow-covered winter’s day…

Life without the internet on the path least traveled….

Diary of the journey on the path least traveled..

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(No nominations please, just sharing thoughts while exploring life 🙂 ).

“You have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing. After all, what’s a life, anyway? We’re born, we live a little while, we die. By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Goodness knows anyone’s life can stand a little of that.” E.B. White

“I expect to pass through this world but once. Any good therefore that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to any fellow creature, let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again”.. William Penn..

Hello Diary,

Well, Diary, internet is fixed and I have returned (is that moaning and groaning I hear????.. )… life, and the heart, continued on without technology…… 🙂 it is the end of the week again, time is moving on, especially if one is like me and “over the hill and picking up speed”… 🙂

Over the week, ventured out into the gardens for a bit… observed a swallow tail butterfly had stopped for a snack before continuing on its journey…

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Saw some activity nearby with some bees and other insects… a hosta was in full bloom and had the attention of the backyard insects…

blooming hosta

Also observed some mushrooms growing near a stump…

mushrooms

I am reasonably certain that these mushrooms are not for human consumption but there are backyard creatures that do consume them… I do not use chemicals on the yard, plants, etc so they are safe for all my friends in the gardens and yard… I also use a electric mower…

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I use it to decrease the dependency on fossil fuel and to decrease releasing chemicals, etc into the atmosphere.. There are plenty of folks that talk about it but I make every attempt to do it… may not make much of an impact but I will go to my grave knowing I tried… 🙂

Also talked a bit about pets and nostalgia … we had two, both Jack Russell terriers.. they were like family.. My late wife and Miss Daisy….

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They were joined at the hip… 🙂 Miss Daisy passed away in 2014 (20 years)…. My shadow were little Bree…

Bree and popcorn chicken

You see her with me at the Walmart with her favorite meal, popcorn chicken… I got her when she were 6 months old and I was her fourth owner… like me, she were different… 🙂 she passed away in 2017 (17 years)…

Well, I had better quit rambling on and close, life is calling and I had better see what it has in store for me…. 🙂

Life Is Now….

Time flies, and memories fade.
People change and new friendships are made.
Only the true remain forever at our side.
Eventually the disappointment and pain will subside.

It is all about the journey and what has yet to come.
Life is what you make of it; you are what you’ve become.
Life is too short to hold onto regrets.
Forgiveness is key even though you may never forget.

Cherish the good and remove the bad.
Some people don’t realize till it’s gone what they’ve had.
Moving on is a way of life.
There will always be obstacles, pain, and strife.

You must believe that you are strong enough to fight.
You have to believe in yourself to do what is right.
Always do for YOU no matter what you do,
Because in the end the only one who has your back is you.

Never be afraid to take a stand,
And always be willing to lend a helping hand.
A little bit goes a long way.
All it takes is a smile to brighten someone’s day.

Your chance to live is now, so what are you waiting for?
The world is yours for the taking and so much more.
Endless possibilities are forever at your disposal.
The chance to live another day is life’s golden proposal.

Never let anyone tear you down,
And never let anyone steal your shine and make you frown.
So will you sit in the shadows and let darkness win again?
Or will you rise up and make the light your friend?
(Hollianne Boucher)

But I shall return again one day, fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise…. 🙂

One final thought… “When a friend is in trouble, don’t annoy the friend by asking if there is anything you can do. Think up something appropriate and do it.” and my friends can count on me… why one would ask? because that is what friends are for… 🙂

Just being me on the path least traveled

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Hello Diary,
It is a Saturday morning, a fine day but unfortunately no internet… however, as Jean de La Bruyere would say; “no road is too long for him who advances slowly and does not hurry, and no attainment is beyond his reach who equips himself with patience to achieve it.”

So using my phone, will not be the usual, but will share a few brief thoughts… Sundays I usually contemplate my tomorrow’s…in history’s past I penned some thoughts…

Just Color Me A Free Spirit

I’m just a free spirit
Open mind and heart is all I’ll 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 said 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 destiny’s
Before sunset brings the evening hush.

The morning air smells clean and freshman
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 grace’s I won’t fit,
Society wouldn’t approve anyway
And frankly, I won’t lose sleep over it.

(Larry “Dutch” Woller)

“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

Sad to say I have to close now, but I shall return again one day, Fate (and the internet) willin’ and the creeks don’t rise….

May be midweek before internet returns, but we will meet again 🙂

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