Tuesday, 28 February 2012

Blooming Heather of Late Winter

Blooming Heather from my forgotten front garden ~ Photography by me, 24 February 2012

"Autumn arrives in the early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day."
- Elizabeth Bowen

"The flowers of late winter and early spring occupy places in our hearts well out of proportion to their size."
- Gertrude S. Wister

There is a sadness in my heart.

Is it always this way just before spring bursts forth?

Is the light always this dim?

Does the sound of laughter always feel like a miracle?

Friday, 24 February 2012

Walking Through a Forgotten Cemetery

Dixie in a forgotten English graveyard, February 2012 ~ Photography by me

"The only real equality is in the cemetery." ~ German Proverb

"The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place."
~ Percy Bysshe Shelley, Adonais

Dixie has strained a ligament, so it is short walks for us and no chasing or, heaven forbid, leaping up for the ball.

Today we wandered over to a cemetery near us that time seems to have forgotten. It was a warm spring like day in late February.

We let the sun heal our old and aching bones and absorbed the quiet you can only find in an English graveyard.

Saturday, 18 February 2012

Winter Skies

Bleak February Skies From My Back Garden ~ Photography by me

Although, I can almost hear
spring whispering to me on the wind,
It is still winter.

Although, I want to believe
joy is just around the corner,
it eludes me.

Although, I want to believe the people
(and there are many)
I have manged to alienate,
in an attempt to deal
with my very personal pain,

will find me again...

I fear it is just me
and this bleak lonely world.

I wait for the promise of Spring...

 "Every gardener knows that under the cloak of winter lies a miracle ... a seed waiting to sprout, a bulb opening to the light, a bud straining to unfurl.  And the anticipation nurtures our dream."
-  Barbara Winkler

Wednesday, 15 February 2012

An Empty Basket

Navajo Basket ~ purchased in Arizona ~ photographed by me

Poetry isn't a profession, it's a way of life. It's an empty basket; you put your life into it and make something out of that. ~ Mary Oliver

When Death Comes by Mary Oliver

When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse

to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle-pox

when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,

I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?

And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,

and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,

and each name a comfortable music in the mouth,
tending, as all music does, toward silence,

and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.

When it's over, I want to say all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it's over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.

I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.

Tuesday 14 February 2012: A Red Day

Flowers for Valentine's Day... Photography by me

Roses are red
Tulips are too
and even the daisy
Yet, I'm thinking of you...
~ a little bit of silliness by me while thinking of The Wonderspouse

"Red is the ultimate cure for sadness." ~Bill Blass

Photo of the flowers the Wonderspouse and I picked out for each other :)

Thursday, 9 February 2012

An Update On My Friend, Dixie

Dixie after a glorious romp with her ball! Photography by me

Some of you will remember last winter when my best friend, Dixie, became very ill and was eventually diagnosed with Atypical Addison's Disease. See HERE

Today, she went for her annual check up. The vet we had grown so very fond of, had moved on, so we saw Nikki. Nikki was quite pleased with the state of Dixie's health. *applause and dancing ensues*

Yes, she is still on prednisolone (but a low dose) and she must continue on with her special (i.e. costly) food. She has a mild ear infection (the steroids make it hard for the body to deal with infections of all kinds) but that can be easily treated with ear drops. In extremely cold weather she must limit her outdoor activity because her body doesn't make any cortisol on its own to handle the stress caused by the cold.

However, and this is the really good news, the vet sees no reason to conduct more ACTH Stress Tests to test her body's ability to make cortisol. Those of you who were with us last year, will remember just how ill those tests made her.

So our little rescue dog from Waterford, Ireland will be celebrating her 6th birthday on the 20th of February and 5 years of sharing her life with us on the 17th of February.

Tonight we are celebrating.

I hardly ever lean over her while she is sleeping just to be sure she is still breathing, anymore (insert smiles).

“Nobody sees a flower really; it is so small. We haven’t time, and to see takes time – like to have a friend takes time.” ~ Georgia O'Keefe

I have seen what it means to have a friend.

The secret of health for both mind and body is not to mourn for the past, not to worry about the future, or not to anticipate troubles, but to live in the present moment wisely and earnestly.” ~ Buddha