Sunday, May 22, 2016 at 11:39AM 
Commonweath Ave...Boston Mass... Spring 2016. One of the most beautiful streets in Boston with it's wide avenue and Brownstones...spring flowers blooming.
Thursday, May 19, 2016 at 08:41PM 
Earth teach me quiet ~ as the grasses are still with new light.
Earth teach me suffering ~ as old stones suffer with memory.
Earth teach me humility ~ as blossoms are humble with beginning.
Earth teach me caring ~ as mothers nurture their young.
Earth teach me courage ~ as the tree that stands alone.
Earth teach me limitation ~ as the ant that crawls on the ground.
Earth teach me freedom ~ as the eagle that soars in the sky.
Earth teach me acceptance ~ as the leaves that die each fall.
Earth teach me renewal ~ as the seed that rises in the spring.
Earth teach me to forget myself ~ as melted snow forgets its life.
Earth teach me to remember kindness ~ as dry fields weep with rain.
- An Ute Prayer
Thursday, May 12, 2016 at 08:26PM 
All photo's were taken at the Boston Public Gardens....beautiful year round but especially in the spring...
Wednesday, May 4, 2016 at 10:44AM 
If you have good toughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams
and you will always look lovely.
Inner beauty always radiates out.
Roald Dahl
Thursday, April 28, 2016 at 03:04PM
She stood looking out the window each day as the children next door came home from school. The house was old, left to her by her parents. She had no siblings so the children in the yard became hers in her mind. She loved them from afar but I think by gesture and word, they knew it, even though she never said the words. She had a good vantage point from the second floor window. Most days the four of them never knew she was there watching over them. Oh she was persnickety for sure and sometimes if they banged the gate going into her yard for their ball, that went over the fence, she would come out, and with a stern face, she would remind them to be gentle with the gate. This is the way it went all the years they were growing up.
She doesn't live there anymore, in fact she doesn't live anywhere. She passed on a few years back. Some one else has the house now. They are not as attentive to it as she was. The lace curtains are gone and sadly, so is the crocheted shade pull. That era has passed. The kids are all grown now and on their own. They don't live in the house next door anymore either..but each time they pass her house and look up to the window, they think of her and smile.