Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed. ~Walt Whitman, American poet
There once was a tall yellow flower
Who announced it received the power
To attract fuzzy bees
Without making them sneeze
And humans to become less dour.
Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better. ~Albert Einstein
A birthstone for June, along with Pearl and Alexandrite, Moonstone is a feldspar mineral exhibiting a watery opaqueness and something called andularescence (a fancy way of saying there’s a soft glow of light appearing to float just below the surface, rather like that of the moon glowing through a thin cloud cover).
This is an 83.7-carat rainbow Moonstone cabochon, oval in shape, mined in India. It sells for $355.72. Thanks to www.mineralminers.com for the photo.
You will do foolish things, but do them with enthusiasm. ~Colette, French author
Have you ever done anything so insanely stupid that you cringe at the thought of telling another person about it?
Well, they say confession is good for the soul, so here goes:
A good book should leave you… slightly exhausted at the end. You live several lives while reading it. ~William Styron, American novelist
Normally, I’m reluctant to hop on the bandwagon when it comes to books everybody says I must read.
Maybe my taste in reading differs from that of the masses, or maybe I’m just flouting my rebelliousness.
Last week I went to our public library to check out Where the Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens for my mom. When I heard it was “sweeping the nation” in popularity, I had to force myself not to roll my eyes.
Hospitality is making your guests feel at home, even if you wish they were. ~Author Unknown
Come listen to the tale of a woodchuck pest
Who used my back yard shed as a nest.
He dug a deep hole,
Went out for a stroll,
And returned just in time for a much-needed rest.
Now Woody, or Chuck, or whatever his name
Probably decided I was onto his game.
He lay flat out
There was never a doubt
He was dead. What a shame, What a shame.
But hanging out clothes one Sunday fair
I heard a clink from the fence over there.
It was Woody, I know.
Or maybe her beau,
Dash into that lair with nary a glare.
I can only assume this rodent I dread
Was faking all along when I thought it was dead.
Didn’t mind all the flies,
Never opened its eyes.
Just knew it was safest underneath my shed.
Note: True story. Poetic form is a Limerick.
Play the music, not the instrument. ~Author Unknown
We’ve nearly completed our summer Community Band season, and it’s time to take stock of our progress.
Concert #3, the cold one. I’m in the first row.
Sisters may share the same mother and father but appear to come from different families. ~Author unknown
Sprung from the same womb
Competitors for too long
Now we’ve become friends.
Note: Happy Birthday to my sister and friend!
You may be deceived if you trust too much, but you will live in torment unless you trust enough. ~Frank Crane, Presbyterian minister and writer
I’ve heard that when a healing bracelet breaks, it’s a sign the stones have done all they can do for you, and you need to move on.
Recently, my bracelet did just that, so I used a gloomy, stormy day to make another:
I believe that thrift is essential to well-ordered living. ~John D. Rockefeller, American industrialist, business magnate, and philanthropist
If John D. is correct, then that explains why I’m so naturally organized.
My late dad used to say he could send me to the store with a dollar, and I’d come back with 95 cents!
Some would argue I just didn’t find anything to buy. Truth is, I pinch pennies until they holler.
My parents were little kids during the Depression years, and they passed along to me the value of thrift. As American religious leader Boyd K. Packer said, “Use it up, wear it out, make it do, or do without.”
So this weekend — when the stormy weather forced me off my computer — I tackled a long-overdue project and came away feeling pretty pleased.
We need beauty because it makes us ache to be worthy of it. ~Mary Oliver, American poet
She arrives at the chapel, her heart in a flutter.
Today, at last, is her wedding day.
Her bouquet is a medley of cream and butter;
Her gown a snowy vision in applique.
Her best friend approaches, tears in her eyes.
“Things will be different, you’ll see.”
She shakes her head, denying such lies
And pledges lifelong friends they’ll always be.
The music swells, her dad takes her hand
And together they step down the aisle.
This day is going just as she planned
Her lover awaits with a radiant smile.
When sacred vows join a couple in love
It’s a union of bliss blessed from above.
Note: My first Sonnet — Woo Hoo!! June is traditionally the most popular month for weddings. Nothing like that is going on here! I simply took a photo of the Popcorn Drift (R) Rosebush in my front yard and was stunned at how much it resembled a bride’s bouquet. I guess the weather conditions are perfect for it this year because it’s a mass of blossoms.