Friday, October 2, 2009

My house is filled with poetry...

Poetry is not the rose with a name, a color~ a spot in the garden, an arrangement in a vase; not the food the rose has fed on, not the dust with which it is sprayed to keep the bugs away. It is the scent.
~Myra Cohn Livingston

(With all of the rain and more moderate temperatures, our rose bushes are blooming gorgeous! Just ignore the weeds surrounding them.)


  1. beautiful...can I ask where you get your statues?

  2. Your blog is wonderful... a breath of fresh air, and poetry to someone like myself who has to sometimes strain my eyes to see 'poetry' amidst life's duties!! God bless you!


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