Sunday Selections

Delicious autumn!

My very soul is wedded to it,

and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth

seeking the successive autumns.

~George Eliot

Sunday Selections

The Gardener's Morning

The robin's song at daybreak

Is a clarion call to me.

Get up and get out in the garden,

For the morning hours flee.

I cannot resist the summons,

What earnest gardener could?

For the golden hours of morning

Get into the gardener's blood.

The magic spell is upon me,

I'm glad that I did not wait;

For life's at its best in the morning,

As you pass through the garden gate.

- Howard Dolf

Sunday Selections

Garden Sanctuary

You who walk,

Maybe with troubled thoughts,

Come, enter here and rest;

And may the sweet serenity of growing things,

And the heavenly peace

Be mirrored in thy soul.

-Doxis M. Palmer

Sunday Selections

"I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers."

-- Claude Monet

She's Baaaaack

Abby Sue has returned! 

If you're new to our blog, you can read all about our favorite little tootsie-roll pooper here.  She is my little doggy niece who is once again our houseguest.  My sister and her family have moved home and are in the house-hunting process.  They are staying with us while conducting the search for the perfect place.  So once again, Abby is ruling the roost around here.  The biggest difference this time is that my beloved Porkchop is not the one who has his nose out of joint, this time it is Tory.

 
Not a happy camper....

He hasn't ventured out of the garage since Friday.  He's convinced the little rat dog (aka purse puppy, tootsie-roll pooper, the Princess, etc.) and her people are out to get him!  We're hoping for his sake that Sis finds a house before her hubby arrives next weekend with the U-Haul and their two cats!