Sunday, July 31, 2011


TREES provide us with the air we breath. TREES  symbolize permanence  amid  change ....  In the aftermath of a tornado the " Grand Lady" wishes to dedicate this poem to the three, 100 plus year old tree friends that  were destroyed.

It is so easy to take  these tall plants with trunks for granted, never acknowledging the  significant influence, that they have had, on the urban landscape and memories of our life...  It took only five minutes for the forces of nature  to dance in on the wind  and destroy the peaceful shade of the yard. This sudden awakening has  encouraged me to take more notice and pay more attention to the frail state of mother nature and her beauty.  Please join me in paying tribute to the mighty powers of nature.

Here's to the passing of these venerable giants and the history that they have witnessed... Sleep well old friends !!!! The Grand Lady , lovingly  dedicates her favorite childhood poem .

by Joyce Kilmer ( 1886-1918)

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast:

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011


It was an expiring day  .., ( Ha Ha)   I mean inspiring day  in the garden of the Grand Lady.... Tah Dah ... The often boastful peony was shyly hugging the newly painted  timbres of the house, trying to stay out of the heat of the sweltering sun.

Yes , it was  very  humid too, so I of course was  wearily  fanning myself and wondering where there was a swimming pool. Alas that luxury is not mine, so a bathtub would have to do, later in the day... (Splish Splash)

Yes, the heat was getting to me so upon exiting the garden, I paused to  pick the languishing peony and two lovely roses that begged a grand showing in the magenta pink hue of the music room. 

Although the music room is still being decorated  and in a very unorganized state.... I thought it fitting to adorn the room with  the  first blossoms of summer. The tea rose  provided a much needed perfume to the musty paint smells,  while the peony presented itself eloquently beside the china lamp.  What else could I do , but pull up a chair, turn on some  harp music and have a cup of tea. It's amazing how relaxing ice tea, music and a biscuit can be  in the swells of the harping summer  heat.