A Table Set Before Us

What’s the best thing in the world?
June-rose, by May-dew impearled;
Sweet south-wind, that means no rain;
Truth, not cruel to a friend;
Pleasure, not in haste to end;
Beauty, not self-decked and curled
Till its pride is over-plain;
Love, when, so, you’re loved again.
What’s the best thing in the world?
–Something out of it, I think.

~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning

June rose


Wouldn’t it be fun if we could just imagine a place and be there?  

Wake to an indigo and gold morning rolling in from the sea along Italy’s Amalfi coast?




Breathe in the flower-shop glory set out by neighbors on a sunlit piazza in Positano… letting it linger long and lovely over us, like a breeze through a citrus grove…




Maybe wander around a peaceful part of Assisi, on such a floral-scented spring day…





If we could, maybe we’d stop and share hearts over lunch beneath a magenta umbrella arbor, much like this one…

Ponder with Elizabeth Browning what makes up the best and most refreshing and treasured moments in life… 

Bless the Lord together for leading us along paths of Hissomething out of this world – delights, setting a table of His Glory before us – in the midst of mockers on every side.

Turning our hearts from unworthy news to all that is lovely…worthy of praise…excellent… and beholding of light.


I’ve never been to Italy myself, but there is something in pictures that just whisks us across the Mediterranean, isn’t there?  🙂

Do these remind you today of a special place you’ve been,

  enjoy returning to in memory,

or imagine of journeys to come?

I’d love to hear of them…



© Pam Depoyan

Each of these drawings is from my newest “gallery” at Picture it in Pen and Ink… more being added each day.  Stop in and browse here – European and UK Landscapes, Street Scenes (Full Pastel Color) – to view more or purchase a print!

(Please do not copy without permission. See my copyright info button on the sidebar.  :)

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Beyond Time

More than most years, to me, this spring feels like being led to a key glistening on the ground in a patch of melting snow one day –  and finding that key, slipping it into the lock of a suddenly revealed door in the wall, to an amazingly perfect fit!  And thrusting that door open to a sensational secret garden growing there all this time.

A garden not just growing higgledy-piggledy there, but planned just for you, for me.

I’ve long felt it was no coincidence that a pink dogwood was planted beside my front porch – not a yellow or a white of neighboring homes — years before I would own this little cottage.  A not random jewel of love thought ahead and designed with me in mind, by Someone knowing how those rosy buds could soar my spirit and fill me with thankfulness – set there before I would even come.

Only one year ago, that lovely tree appeared to be dying.  Bare and brittle branches stuck this way and that, the few blossoms that did come forth seemed papery, crinkly and withering before they even fully bloomed.  Nothing to be done, was the consensus of those in charge of the gardening.

Well…nothing that is but — speak to it in the way the Lord spoke to the fig tree sort of prayer, I thought.   So I did – calling it to LIFE and bloom once more.  A prayer maybe even sort of buried and forgotten under the snow until a few weeks ago when I saw the first new buds appear.

And appear and appear and appear.

Lush and overflowing, every branch covered.

OHHHH, I breathed every time I sat by the window and drank in that rose haloed glory.  For three whole weeks of intense bloom.

Coincidence?  Are there really any coincidences?   I don’t think so. 

Recently, I was thinking of my favorite teacher and a of moment in an over 40-year ago classroom when for some reason her birth date came up in class conversation, and how I had filed it away in my mind.   I think it struck me at the time because it was the same month and day as a popular holiday and as a kid I simply thought it was a cool day to be born.    Just one of thousands of everyday moments over three years of taking every class I could with her… yet that memory of a date “spoken offhandedly” somehow stayed with me.

Now, having been back in touch for the first time just this past year, I thought maybe I’d surprise her with a birthday email.

“I’m not sure if I’m just conjuring this up or if today really is your birthday,” I wrote, “but if it is, I just wanted to let you know I am thinking of you and wishing you a happy day!”

“Wow, you have some memory!” she wrote back almost instantly.  “You are right and I had even forgotten all about it today…”

I couldn’t help thinking that no one should forget their special day, and how if we lived close to each other, I’d have loved to stop by with a surprise birthday bouquet…

But then again… maybe, in a way, I had.  For in God’s time, He knew and arranged for the teen me to hear and take to heart that date, in that really non-standout classroom minute  — knowing that forty plus years later He could use that remembrance to touch someone with a bit of His heart…

I don’t know that she recognizes Him in it.  But the thought of God doing that — sitting with us in that classroom and planting that fact in me – keeping the memory of it alive there for just such a time as this — and all the while seeing so many years ahead to how it could become a blessing sent “out of the blue…” stuns me with the magnitude of His knowing us inside and out…

Somehow in the words behind her words, I feel it was a blessing needed.

Letting her know.  You are not only thought of, but specifically, uniquely remembered and cherished today.

And letting me know…just how wondrously He weaves the colors and threads of tapestry in our lives – even decades ahead.

Just because He is always thinking of us.

Beyond time.

Revealing His heart in the most un-imagined ways.

And creating ways for us be a part of it… one to the other.

©  Pam Depoyan

Have you seen God’s Hand in a way that makes you recognize something He planted years ago is now revealing His tapestry in and through your life today?  I’d love to hear your stories…


Inside The Child Corner of an English Garden drawing — above: mine.  This is one of several new full color pastels in my Bluebonnet gallery at Picture it in Pen and Ink.  (Please do not copy without permission. See my copyright info button on the sidebar.  :)

See More of My Full Color drawings celebrating the beautiful bluebonnets — in my newest gallery over here:


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A Rose for you on Mom’s Day

Nobody knows this little Rose —
It might a pilgrim be
Did I not take it from the ways
And lift it up to thee.
Only a Bee will miss it —
Only a Butterfly,
Hastening from far journey —
On its breast to lie —
Only a Bird will wonder —
Only a Breeze will sigh —
Ah Little Rose — how easy
For such as thee to die!

~ Emily Dickinson



To Mom, who walks in the Garden of all gardens…

and to all of you,

Happy Mother’s Day!

 “Most of all the other beautiful things in life come by twos and threes by dozens and hundreds. Plenty of roses, stars, sunsets, rainbows, brothers, and sisters, aunts and cousins, but only one mother in the whole world.”

— Kate Douglas Wiggin


©   Pam Depoyan

“In the Garden with Blue Enchantment,” , little child drawing above: mine.  (Please do not copy without permission. See my copyright info button on the sidebar.  :)  ) 

Celebrating moms, you can see this child portrait and more like it here: https://pamdepoyanblog.wordpress.com/2016/01/11/a-little-communique-spot-2/

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Oh Baby! Celebrating Moms and the Merry Month of May

Baby with Bonnett

“No,” she responded, after considering my using one of her photos as a “model” for a baby portrait idea and running it by the child’s parents.   I wasn’t soliciting a commission, simply admiring the sweet snapshot for something I wanted to create… just for the joy of it… but it wasn’t to be.

I couldn’t help slumping shoulders a bit as I read the answering email, because I’d loved the unusual shape of the baby girl’s eyes, her cute and wobbly smile beneath the old-fashioned cream bonnet, and my fingers itched to draw them.  I thought then of all my favorite artists of the vintage magazine era… all those charming, fresh-faced children they painted… and wondered if they, like Norman Rockwell, had simply invited their community of friends and acquaintances in to be models to their inspiration.   And how many “no’s” might have been sprinkled in among the “sure‘s!”   I thought I could see some of the same child subjects recurring in various scenes they’d painted, and for that, I love the people who said “yes,”  intriguing the storyteller in me… and giving me the pleasure of so many of those favorite paintings!

“Ah well,” I thought – “Maybe I can find a similar style photo to work from…”  I pondered.  Until I’d spotted the one in question, I hadn’t been on the tack of adding to my baby portrait gallery, not having any such commissioned pieces at the moment, but now the anonymous little one in ruffles and bonnet had inspired me afresh…

Mm… sometimes God can use a “no” to lead us on to even more gems than we’d yet envisioned.

For if not for that “no,” I might not have searched further — or found such other lovelies I’d long to put into illustration…

Then as I looked… there it was – the photo that inspired this new bonneted lassie – and I was smitten all over again!   Oh! That crisp white eyelet!  I love this little girl’s unusual almond-shaped eyes –  they even reminded me of the curve of lovely little birds as I drew them.  And more than just a smile for the camera, I like the wondering look on her face, as someone caught her naturally.   In her pretty white ruffles, she also reminds me of my mom creating spring dresses for my sister and I… and the familiar hum of her sewing machine in the background of so many of my childhood memories…


Continued over here… won’t you join me for the rest of this story and a May basket of baby joy?







©   Pam Depoyan

In My Eyelet Bonnet, little girl drawing above: mine.  (Please do not copy without permission. See my copyright info button on the sidebar.  :)  )

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Bright Promise

A few warm days arrive like hoped for but early guests, and the pear trees burst into bloom with studded branches of blossoms, flocked as if with snowy white clouds dropped from the sky.  They fragrance the circle here deliciously, sparkle and glow and turn in the sunlight casting glory into my room throughout the day in varying shades of  clean and bright and fresh hope.

I love the waving stars and stripes dotting porches here, there.  The splash of heathery pink cherry blossom against the white scalloped lattice work of a porch across the way.   The feathered green hint of leaves appearing in the trees high above rooftops, lifting heads against azure sky… the rounding buds of dogwood now appearing.  All lift me out of blue clouds that seem to want to perch on my spirit and deflate.

Sometimes jewels are hidden in plain sight and we just don’t see until we lean in — gems like the tiny blue-tinted bud vases on the windowsill above, lit from within by snowy reflection.

Hold on, He says.  I’m just beginning to paint a new spring.  Don’t give up declaring and standing in the Word I put in your mouth.  Light…life…healing…  All is bright with My Promise that never fails.    


©   Pam Depoyan

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An Easter tale to hearken us to Sunday

Finding the endearing photo that inspired this drawing spun a bit of my imagination to how this long ago image might have come about…  🙂


Quickly, lightly, she tripped down the staircase, reveling in the swish swish of her lacy new dress, happy to be up and ready to await the others.  There was something so fresh, so quiet and enchanting about a new and early morning… like coming upon the first spring crocus blooming up out of the hardened brown earth… making her long to be its discoverer.

The east-facing living room had a soft air to it, a whispery feeling of secret messages yet to be told in the day and a bell-like brightness, like a brook on a rain-washed morn; someone had opened the windows so that the breeze was now billowing the sheers — where together with the sunlight flickering through them — they danced higher and higher the way music does in cathedral rafters.   It was a sweet, lovely, clean breeze that brought in the song of the birds and the rustling leaves beyond.

Above this, the mantel clock chimed, a lovely foretelling of chapel bells soon to be ringing alleluias, but it was the fragrance so filling the room now that beckoned her come, catching and soaring her heart as kite to wind.  Fragrance like a Presence of Glory.

It was then she felt it most, this Eastery, shivery, ripple-y joy.

And pulling a stool near the tall vase scrolled in blue and white birds and flowers, she leaned in to cradle and breathe in the scented blooms in her hands.

“Good morning beauties!” she couldn’t help greeting them aloud.


See two more portraits of this little girl at my Picture it in Pen and Ink blog,  All Things Childhood


May the Fragrance of His Beauty

fill your hearts and home this Easter!

©   Pam Depoyan

Heaven Scent, little girl drawing above: mine.  (Please do not copy without permission. See my copyright info button on the sidebar.  :)  ) 

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Song for this Holy Tuesday

Writing... Apples of Gold

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The Lord, our “Rose of Sharon”

Have you ever been halfway listening to someone ministering the Word, when all of a sudden something you may have heard multitudinous times wings fresh wonder and stops you in Holy Spirit revelation?  So it was when I heard someone exuberantly teach the other morn as he scripturally laid out various blessings God has made us heirs to…here and now…through the Lamb of God who was slain, our Rose of Sharon:

“He has made His very Name…Jesus, Name above all Names… to be our inheritance!” 

The Holy Spirit-imbued power behind His Name.  The Name that conquers not some, but every evil wielded against us.  Bought us healing and deliverance at the cross.  Softens the hardest heart.

Words filled my thoughts almost unbidden.  Words echoing the promise given to the disciples and thus to us who are living for Him:  My children do not nearly…

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