Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Yellow Kayak
Autumn is a wonderful time for kayaking the "magical salt marshes". Gliding quietly among falls glorious colors. Senses and smells come alive, and all is good!
Friday, September 18, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Is Camelot Lost?
It's like losing John all over again.
Could have all of this time, have passed so quickly? Did anyone ever thank you?
Thank you Ted, you were the one that stayed behind and kept things together, Thank you Ted, for loving all of us and our country for being our endearing Patriot!
May the Lord be good to you dearest Teddy.
All are gone now. Into the world of the ancients. My world is blue upon hearing this sad news.
Is Camelot lost?
The link is from Reuteurs:http://tinyurl.com/l94mb8
Could have all of this time, have passed so quickly? Did anyone ever thank you?
Thank you Ted, you were the one that stayed behind and kept things together, Thank you Ted, for loving all of us and our country for being our endearing Patriot!
May the Lord be good to you dearest Teddy.
All are gone now. Into the world of the ancients. My world is blue upon hearing this sad news.
Is Camelot lost?
The link is from Reuteurs:http://tinyurl.com/l94mb8
Saturday, May 23, 2009
expectation
Little in life is more attractive than a warm invitation to which there is no pressure or expectation attached
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Nor'easter
So I hear a Nor’easter is coming to town!
How I wish I were back in Westbrook, in the old little sea shanty in my magical salt marshes. Everything must be barren and grey by now. No brilliant autumn leaves, no pinks of spring, just the grey and cold and now the snow. How beautiful the grey snow storm clouds must be. How electric the air must be with negative ions.
I wonder where my bunnies and Westbrook Willie, our background groundhog are. I’m sure they are warm and toasty in there dens, waiting for spring to arrive in the next 3 weeks or so.
Is it me, or has it been a long winter. It’s been cold for so long, even here in the Southern Californian desert town of Morongo Valley.
The fireplaces must be tooting smoke signals. The smells of bacon chowders, stews, baked beans and hot dogs everywhere . People still using Horse Hill Road and coming home to good old Connecticut. Settling in at home for a wonderful magical Sunday night. Here’s to you all and a magical wish: I hope work is canceled with pay; I hope school is canceled and you have enough soft snow to use your sleds, skis and snowboards! I also wish that you are all safe and warm and the electricity stays on.
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How I wish I were back in Westbrook, in the old little sea shanty in my magical salt marshes. Everything must be barren and grey by now. No brilliant autumn leaves, no pinks of spring, just the grey and cold and now the snow. How beautiful the grey snow storm clouds must be. How electric the air must be with negative ions.
I wonder where my bunnies and Westbrook Willie, our background groundhog are. I’m sure they are warm and toasty in there dens, waiting for spring to arrive in the next 3 weeks or so.
Is it me, or has it been a long winter. It’s been cold for so long, even here in the Southern Californian desert town of Morongo Valley.
The fireplaces must be tooting smoke signals. The smells of bacon chowders, stews, baked beans and hot dogs everywhere . People still using Horse Hill Road and coming home to good old Connecticut. Settling in at home for a wonderful magical Sunday night. Here’s to you all and a magical wish: I hope work is canceled with pay; I hope school is canceled and you have enough soft snow to use your sleds, skis and snowboards! I also wish that you are all safe and warm and the electricity stays on.
e
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
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