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Home Is Simple

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Being home today brought a sense of belonging.  I am rarely home, and it was wonderful to be here.  “Home is where the heart is” as the saying goes.  I took a stroll around the yard checking the greenhouse plants that now make home here.  They like it here!  They nestle between trees and shrubs and in our lime green screen house.  The beautiful Japanese maple and dogwood trees in the photo below provide shelter so filtered sunlight peeks between the lush leaves, perfect for the red leaf philodenrons and ferns.After my morning stroll I ate my tuna sandwich and sipped on iced gingerale with the windows open, fresh air gently blowing in, and sunshine beaming through the tree branches.  This lovely May day brought another mild evening with a cooling breeze.  Ah, it is quiet at home as I am here by myself.  Only the sounds of birds tweeting while I prepare dinner.  Dean is visiting with family at his son’s out-of-town graduation.  Simple.  No conversation, no TV, no need for music as I sing my own tunes today. Life is good.

A Love Affair

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The first electronic introduction … that first date … the fireworks shooting with the first kiss … discovering antiques, books, photos, music, food, church, and children together … long distance testing of the relationship … the “what-ifs” if we marry … sharing hearts … love … the proposal … wedding plans developed …wedding vows shared … marriage for our lifetime … sharing a home … sharing our families and friends … making life together … ebbs and flows like a lake shoreline … likes and dislikes … all a part of the journey.   So happy I am on this journey with my husband, Dean Gall.

Mocha Love

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This spring morning was crisp, you know a hot cup of coffee, mocha, or tea morning!  We had not had one of those mornings for a few days as we have been experiencing early summer weather instead of early spring weather.  Not that I am complaining!  Someone on FB captured an unusal shape in their cup of mocha this morning.  “Mocha Love ” I call it … Gratitude and love filled my first thoughts this morning.  I am so thankful for a loving husband and family.  I spent last evening with my elderly grandfather.  He lay on the hospital bed after having his middle right toe removed that morning due to a chronic infection as well as a stint put in his leg to aid with circulation.  Yet he talked and laughed hour after hour of childhood memories, my father’s and uncle’s childhood stories, and the present day events.   I have missed out on so much, busy about my own life, parenthood, grandparenthood, working, and now the greenhouse adventures.  Yet I left late in the evening from the hospital with such a warm heart … “Mocha love”, I call it.  It carried to my morning and throughout this day.

Pen & Paper

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The written word seems foreign now.  Particularily I am talking about the old-fashion long-hand letter writing and journaling.  You know … what we did before Word docs, Word Press, LinkedIn, Facebook, and Twitter.  Some of our famous poems and quotes were birthed in these letters and journals.  Authors such as Thoreau, Twain, and Whitman are American classics.  “Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart,” writes William Wordsworth.  So I regret I have put aside my pen and paper.  A letter or two to my estranged aunt, uncle, and cousin while wrongful imprisoned would be good for them as well as me.  And I regret that I  do not journal each day as I once did. In was my sanity through the most difficult days in my 1st marriage.   Garden journaling would be so therapeutic, like gardening is.

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. ~William Wordsworth

I have found a writer’s colony in the Ozarks.   My new husband and I will visit there this weekend.  We have in mind to write a historical novel based on real characters we have known in our lives.  These characters are full of whit, adventure, and stature.  We are in the autumn years of our lives.  And we have much to say as the winter years come quicker than we like to think …