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Yellow Roses and Problems Painting Them

Whatever the florists say they mean, yellow roses have come to mean remembranceto me. I am partial to roses; but, especially yellow roses. Because of happy memories, and melancholy reasons, when I see them, the word celebration pops up. Yellow roses remind me how...

Painting: An Antidote to These Crazy Times

Painting: An Antidote to These Crazy Times

I Love Painting! If writing reveals what I know (Francis Bacon) and reading, that I am not alone (C.S. Lewis), then painting teaches me words aren’t the only ways to communicate. One of the best things about paintings is their silence — which prompts reflection and...

Painting & Writing

Painting & Writing

Painting is silent poetry.  ~Plutarch

A picture is a poem without words. Horace

And both undertakings — creating painting or poems — require skills to produce and appreciate.

The more I do both, the more I appreciate others who write well, and paint with style and grace. And grateful I am for the time to pursue both

April Showers

April Showers

April Showers -- More like MONSOONS! The April showers this week have been gully-washers!  The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day When the sun is out and the wind is still, You're one month on in the middle of May. But if you so...

Since 1971

Since 1971

Celebrating Since 1971 Doug and I have been celebrating birthdays on and off since 1971 . . . (A Birthday Celebration is for the Whole Month) Whoa . . . Time really does fly when we have had fun. This year,  because of COVID, our celebration has been low key, BUT we...

Pneumonia Weather

Pneumonia Weather

Pneumonia weather my mother called it. Whether it was a sudden change from cold weather to warmer, or a sudden chilly day in a warm spell; pneumonia weather it was. Turns out, Mom wasn’t too wrong: The Weather and Pneumonia. Today was such a day; unseasonably warm,...

The First Week of 2024 Ends

The First Week of 2024 Ends

The Week Ends I love Fridays — but I am startled how fast the first Friday of this new year arrived. Seriously.  I am still recovering from the shock of how fast 2023 ended. I remember, it was Labor Day, and then BAM! it was Thanksgiving, and holy smoke, everything is...

Help for Me and My Peer Group

Help for Me and My Peer Group

  Old people are now my peer group. That's a distinction that still startles me  . . .   “It’s [old age] not a surprise, we knew it was coming – make the most of it. So you may not be as fast on your feet, and the image in your mirror may be a little...

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