i will try to remember a three line poem i had written and summarize what little i can remember of the rest and summarily include a few photos as i get over the blood boiling in my veins and my anger at blogger for allowing that after i carefully saved over and over again.
a new leaf,
the good earth's
what i was so happy to share and had written out so eloquently before is that i woke up to
new sprouting leaves on the first plant i ever bought when i moved back to california in 1999, a plant that hasmoved with me numerous times, always a survivor, a fighter, a symbol of every change in my life.
and then i stepped out into the garden and the cecile brunner climbing rose had but one tiny pink rose on it, the first since we moved three weeks ago.
what i was so happy to share and had written out so eloquently before is that i woke up tonew sprouting leaves on the first plant i ever bought when i moved back to california in 1999, a plant that has
and my first thought was to share it with my soul sister chichi. she will understand.
and to share with you my birthday gift: a stunning painting by jeanne-marie.
i need to make a run to have some of my paintings framed, paintings i've been storing until the big move; one by jenny wentworth, another by rick beerhorst and several by cathy cullis as pictured above the mirror which will go over the mantle.
progress continues on the house in giant leaps since i want to leave for the trip having left it as comfortable as possible for richard.
watching season 4 of downton abbey.
and this is where i tiptoe off to when a cup of coffee is in much need or to cook on these cold cold nights we have been having. no rain yet though but for a few minutes of droplets yesterday.
it has been hard adjusting to an electric stove. so far so good other than higher temperatures needed but if further down the road we can switch back to gas, i would be more than obliged.
i did it, re wrote just about every word.
and there it is again.....the tiny leaf that started the day.