Monday, March 24, 2008


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While I'm away, I have left something for you to enjoy, so please leave comments and I will see you in a few days.

This is a short film created by a fellow poet, Levan Tatishvili of Georgia (Eurasia). He was published in The Baker's Dozen, Volume I.
I was published in Volume II.

Please enjoy, and if you should leave a comment, I would so love to let him know what you thought.

The credits will take two minutes - you will enjoy some 'old shoes' during that time.

Saturday, March 22, 2008

~One Solitary Life~

On the life of Jesus Christ

"Here is a man who was born in an obscure village, the child of a peasant woman. He grew up in another obscure village, where He worked in a carpenter shop until He was thirty, and then for three years He was an itinerant preacher.

He never wrote a book. He never held an office. He never owned a home. He never had a family. He never went to college. He never put his foot inside a big city. He never traveled two hundred miles from the place where He was born. He never did one of the things that usually accompany greatness. He had no credentials but Himself.

He had nothing to do with this world except the naked power of His divine manhood. While still a young man, the tide of public opinion turned against Him. His friends ran away. One of them denied Him. He was turned over to His enemies. He went through the mockery of a trial. He was nailed to a cross between two thieves. His executioners gambled for the only piece of property He had on earth while He was dying—and that was his coat. When he was dead He was taken down and laid in a borrowed grave through the pity of a friend.

Nineteen wide centuries have come and gone and today He is the centerpiece of the human race and the leader of the column of progress. I am far within the mark when I say that all the armies that ever marched, and all the navies that ever were built, and all the parliaments that ever sat, all the kings that ever reigned, put together have not affected the life of man upon this earth as powerfully as has that One Solitary Life."

James Allan Francis, Author of "One Solitary Life"

Thursday, March 20, 2008


Magnificent rainbows dance on wild-flowered meadows bathed in shafts of April showers
Butterfly wings follow perfumed paths in search of virgin pollen
Spring awakens sleeping flowers as they reach for the warming sun
Soft breezes whisper sweetness of freshly cut grass
Chimney Swift, Purple Martin return from wintering grounds

Copyright April 2007

Monday, March 17, 2008

~Musical Expessions~

I added a little to my music box vignette.  MARY, at Across the Pond, found the name of the melody Mother's music box plays!   It's "Fur Elise" by Beethoven.  She heard the tune playing while visiting HEIDI at Celebrate the Seasons.

My dear mother's favorite flower was the African Violet.  I just happened upon this pretty pink one in a delicate teacup/saucer set at, of all places, the grocery store!   Mother was so good in taking care of her violets...hope I can do the same for this one.    

MARY uses sheet music in her decor.   I borrowed that idea from her and have scattered some sheet music around my home now.   I feel so comfortable with that idea.  I grew up in a musical family.  My daddy played several stringed instruments, his favorite being the mandolin.   Mother sang all her life.     On a shopping trip to SuzAnna's last week with Mary, I found this wonderfully shabby candelabra complete with candles already melted in the most romantic way.   Again, I placed some sheet music beside it...any of you remember Liberace?   Kind of reminds me of him.   I found this beautiful metal basket at Michael's.   I love their new line of Cottage decor.   I sat this on top Daddy's piano along with his old book "Music and Romance".  In the basket, rolled sheet music "I Love You Truly" and "Rigoletto for Two Mandolins and Guitar."  The sketch of Beethoven you see peeking through is part of twenty etchings of great composers that belonged to Daddy.  Thank you for the inspiration, Mary!

I mentioned that Mother loved to sing and she did sing up until the very end. She could remember songs from many years ago, even though, at times, she could not remember what happened the day before. It brought great happiness to my heart hearing her joyfully sing.
I'm sharing this verse that I wrote for her eight months before she died this past December. This one's for you, Mother. I love you.

~~ Night’ngale ~~

Night’ngale, thy sweet beauty shan’t be captured
by winter’s coldhearted darkness.
Thy melancholy nightsong shan’t be caged.
My heart is overjoyed with thy rich melodious words.
Sing sweet Night’ngale, sing!

Copyright April 13, 2007

Monday, March 3, 2008

~Decorating with
Cherished Treasures~

I ordered this shabby cloche from
to showcase this lovely little piano music box - one of the gifts that my daddy gave to my mother on their fiftieth wedding anniversary back in 1992. It plays a beautiful classical tune, but for the love of me, I cannot think of the name of that tune! Anyway, Daddy had it engraved "I love you today, tomorrow and always" This little treasure is something that I will cherish always.


Keys tied up with
pretty pink ribbons and chippy shabby birds

The bird easel and the rose perfumerie tin are from Steinmart in Roanoke, VA. By the way, the music you are hearing, "Unforgettable" by Nat King Cole was one of the songs my parents danced to on their anniversary that day.