Monthly Archives: January 2015

I love the moonlight, I love the old fashioned things… The sound of rain, upon a window pane… The starry song that April sings! ~ J. Mercer/J Kern ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ever consider yourself old-fashioned? In the lovely sonnet sense of this … Continue reading →

Know someone who could use a hug today? Over breakfast, she told me about the three-year old she’s been caring for, his frightening tantrums of late, the lashing words pouring forth from his sorrowing spirit, the world weariness this child … Continue reading →

Think Anne Shirley (aka, Lady Cordelia) added to a touch of Lady Mary’s  Tea…(of Downton, naturally)    🙂  …  and you’ll have my latest Valentine Anytime… Sometimes, much as I hate this fact,  it takes two tries before you know … Continue reading →

“One check or two?” the waitress inquired. “Two,” we answered together. “No — one,” my friend swiftly interjected on second thought.  She brightened, glancing down at the late-Christmas gift she’d just opened from me.   “I’ll treat you!” “No, nooooo, … Continue reading →

As I drew one of  four nostalgic Valentines this week, melodies and words from music eras long before me came singing into my ideas.  This one references “April Showers” – an old loverly I always recall from one of those … Continue reading →

Sun on snow is casting tree shadow art across the pristine palette outside my window today, and speaks to me of everyday Heavenly valentines that surround us, sometimes unnoticed… . Walking through the mall parking lot the other day, I … Continue reading →

Through the window on my world, beside my computer desk, I gaze out at the confetti-tossed snowflakes swirling dreamily by.  They remind me of the slim rectangle slips of paper that have just fallen from a decade or so old … Continue reading →

  Snow is whipping powdery sugar gusts round the eaves of my little bungalow tonight.  It’s frosting and frothing the frigid air, stirring up occasional white-outs.  Turning the skies misty pearl. But out in the center island across the way, … Continue reading →