Grandma's Favorite

Peonies, my grandmother's favorite flower

Ten months later and still trying to figure out what to do with a blog. I might have to ask my sister's permission to post some of her articles here. She is hoping I might do a little photography and come up with some interesting shots to go with her articles. Possibilities? I did mention photography as one of my faves! Yeh well, something to consider!

Still looking for that big old house I dream of and wanting to move to small town, USA! Or so I think I do.... I suppose it's the "grass is always greener" dilemma. Tired  of the traffic, crowded stores, waiting in line, waiting in traffic. However much I think I would love  life in a small town away from city life the question remains, "Would I miss the convenience of life in the suburbs?" Oh, one more thing...a husband to convince! 

And on that note I will close my post tonight with my one and only attempt at poetry. It has been revised a few times and this is the latest. Inspired one morning in May 2010 by a dragonfly in my garden and my dad's cancer diagnoses a few months earlier. 

I saw a dragonfly In my garden this morning and it inspired me...           

MY GARDEN IN MAY

A dragon fly flutters by

Lavender in bloom

Whispers softly to sunrise and the fading moon

My Garden glistens in the early hours with dew upon her skin

Serenaded by the sparrow's sweetly whistled whim

Ladybugs are feasting on aphids as they rise

While the cardinal and his soul mate watch a chipmunk scurry by

The daffodils are gone now as the roses linger on

The promise of a new day has only just begun

Little footprints in my garden bring a smile to my face

Footprints on my heart that will never be erased

A promise of a new bloom if only for today

Promises new life that will never fade away

My garden whispers softly,

"Come sit awhile, come stay"

S Baker

May 31, 2010 … revised Feb 24, 2016