Friday, August 19, 2011

SEE YOU IN OCTOBER ... (early October)

Wishing everyone a wonderful rest of the summer!
I'm taking a little break from blogging as in 3 weeks I'll be going on vacation. Heading up to Nova Scotia (one of my favorite places in the world!) to visit my family. I have so much to do before I leave and will have no time to blog.
But, I shall visit your blogs one more time before I take my break.
So, see you in October ... be well, be happy and enjoy life like the heart of a child!

Love and light ...
Margie :-)

A little poem before I leave ...

When velvet bees rove lazily
amid the sunwarmed clovers
and summer hours drift hazily
these are the days for rovers ...

When August holds high fragrancy
and dreams are for the taking
my heart in wanton vagrancy
belies all future aching.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011


Supposedly my dog Patches
never exactly belonged to me
but he was patient and gracious
helping a kid learn to play "go get it"
("fetch" was a foreign word then)
and showing me when enough was enough
("Don't wear him out" dad said
"He gets tired just as you do)

Patches ran the trails with dad
and peacefully tolerated me
as I learned that dogs need praise
and water and love.

He didn't deserve that painful death
from distemper.

Gentle little dog
wherever you wait now
maybe you barely remember me
but I need to send belated thanks
for that long-ago start
towards many years
of incomparable friendships.
This is not a picture of my Patches but looks very much like him.
Patches was my first dog, my best dog !

Tuesday, August 09, 2011


I am surprised at the red of the maples
Amazed at the spriggy young peach tree and plum
the wild berry canes are covered with silver
and here is a hoptoad big as my thumb ...

Astonished am I at the faint of the violet
that flows in among the dawn's softest gray
Delighted with noon so clear in its challenge
and almost amazed at the closing of day ...

But children, the children! Like butterflies flitting
like blooms that burst forth on a stream's
shining brink -
like birds that are spilled hit-a-miss in the
heavens -
so dazzled am I it is futile to think.

(Painting by artist Jack Vettriano)

Monday, August 01, 2011


Jump on behind, you who would ride with me
or in front for we ride bareback
in closer contact with our mount
the source of energy between our legs ...
No one can hold to slower gait
this golden day that freshened
by two days of resting clouds and showers
on the upturned face of August
leaves the restless river dappled green
with algae through which the ducks
make streaks in patterns along the shore
as they chase each other with ardor
or with punishing intent. Must we remain
static in our watching? The road
along the bank is for our riding
and there will never be an end
to our racing river. We must make
the most of this pungent day, the only one
of its special kind there will ever be.
We who find this so penetratingly sweet
in our loving of the earth and of each other
must not let a moment of this glorious day escape.
(The picture was taken by me.)