Thursday, June 17, 2010


I'm grateful for tea.
Today green with peppermint straight-from-the-garden.

Monday, June 14, 2010

gratitude on monday.

my husband.

my prince,
my partner-in-crime
my cheering section
my side-kick
my best friend.

love you Rico.

Wednesday, June 09, 2010

gratitude in june

i am thankful to know

that things that seem

too impossibly beautiful

too be believed


are not

in deed


Sunday, June 06, 2010


Right this minute:

Sitting on covered patio

looking at babe-

eating a popsicle
(because she can't resist)
wrapped in a super soft, warm blankey
next to the fire-
sitting in a favorite
adirondack chair

with laptop on knees
laying back against
favorite pretty white
something or other

feet up on stool

body feeling Fine


eyes ....
eyes feasting!
impossibly bright pink roses
against a grey
evening sky.

thank you!!

thank you.

Saturday, June 05, 2010

Wednesday, June 02, 2010

being filled on day five

I am in love and thankful--

for freckles
and skin pink from being bared in the sun
and littles toddling around in oversized t-shirts for sleeping
and the beginnings of blondy sun streaks.

gratitude : day four

(I skipped a day - I totally forgot on Monday.)

Tuesday found me sooo grateful for this puttering spot.
The day had some irritating things in it, and we found ourselves adrift and disappointed out in the world, and finally came home to console ourselves.

I did that here.
I so love this tiny corner.  It's no bigger than a small room - a little bigger than ten feet square.
It's on the north side of my bedroom.  Ivy grows up the wall.  There is a chair sitting under a lilac bush.  Our fully-grown pear tree hangs over the spot, always sheltering from the heat of the midday sun.
I have lemonbalm planted right next to the chair.  Lavender was planted near here last year, too.  There are plants and herbs on the outside of the path - green and white are the only things I've invited.
The earth is soft and rich in this space.
The water trickles or tumbles, depending upon the need of the moment. 
There is a cauldron close at hand should I need a tiny fire for something.

It is quiet
and nourishing,
and Still.

A small bit of paradise, to me.