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24 November The Seasons Will Pass From Bitter To Better **December 28, 2008...Thinking of my Father. Hence the song playing. It should have been titled "FATHER and DAUGHTER".
There comes a point in your life when you realize
who matters, who never did, who won't anymore... and who always will.  I LOVE you, Dad.
This is my Palm Tree. I always have ocean thoughts within me.
  *More photos added December 18, 2008*
**ICE and SNOW Day here..Dec.16, 2008. A few more photos will be added shortly. It is FRIGID out and I plan to stay inside and play with the photos.**
* Added a few new photos to above album, December 15, 2008*
**Since the "screw-up" of Spaces last Tuesday..this may be my last entry. Prior to MSN "updating", it was F-U-N and simple to navigate to my Friend's sites. Now..It's more troublesome and aggravating. I don't look for AGGRAVATION while trying to have fun. Thank you all for the prior visits and comments on my amateur photos. The photo albums will continue, as this gives me pleasure. Have a great weekend all. **
P.S.
If I do decide to NOT pay MSN monthly, I will NOT leave without all of you being told prior.
On a slate-gray morning between cold rains, a gang of Robins passed through. These were not the cheery Robins of Spring, whose arrival my Mother always announced with something like a song in her voice.
No, these were the late Fall migrants---harbingers of worse days to come----driven south toward Texas by a wave of brutal weather across the Plains.
Hasty and purposeful, a rapacious mob, they fanned out in remnants of Summer's garden and in the leafless Crab-Apple trees, wolfing down what seeds and shrunken fruits they could find---fuel for the next leg of their journey. Bugs are absent. And a Robin's choice entree, the earthworm, is asleep deep in the chilled ground.
For the red-breasted travelers, but also for creatures that stay to endure the hard season through, this is the time for provisioning.
Robins have a reputation for being fiercely territorial. And I've seen it reported that when they arrive in their Southern wintering grounds, they descend sometimes by the thousands and their disputatious racket can keep folks there awake at night.
But the ones in our backyard had no time for squabbling. Their earnest hunting and gathering occupied them entirely. The resident squirrels also were hard at work, collecting walnuts and hickory nuts from under the backyard trees and carrying them off to be hidden in some secret cache.
Most of an afternoon this important activity went on. Then, as the light began to fail, the Robins perched a moment all together in the branches of a tree just outside the window.
And in the next instant, as if by unspoken agreement, they were gone.
That's how the golden Autumn passes, overtaken by a sudden freeze. That;s how so many of life's changes happen, in an unexpected rush. So nos the bitter season is upon us, all the more bitter for the anxiety and pain that is currently abroad in what, months ago, was the richest and most privileged land on Earth.
Begins now what Shakespeare's Richard lll, and John Steinbeck after him, called "the winter of our discontent." But, Spring will come. We kmow it, just as we know that, in time and under new and wiser leadership, this resourceful nation will recover from its present trials and find its way again.
There will be that morning--as sudden and unexpected as the first frost---when a spot of pale blue will be spied in the lawn. A brave violet, open before its time. The branches of the Maples will have purple buds, swollen to the size of popped corn.
And across the more than 50 April's since my childhood years in the house of my memory, I will hear my Mother's song again: "Come see! It's the first Robin."
And we'll have made it through once more.
Until next time...Keep Smiling.
~*~Paula~*~
20 November Gobble...Gobble..and Then SomeFOR ALL OF YOU THAT DON'T GET A CHANCE TO HUNT DOWN YOUR THANKSGIVING TURKEY . THIS IS YOUR CHANCE. YOU DON'T EVEN NEED A HUNTING LICENSE!
13 November Eureka Springs, Arkansas As some of you may or may not be aware, I have been without my internet since last week. It was not MSN's fault as it was in the router that the cable company provides me for high speed. Well, I am finally back!!! (Just in case anyone missed me.)
This past weekend Mr. "PJ" and I took a weekend get away to Eureka Springs, AR. Believe it or not, Mr. "PJ" was the 5th caller at a radio station he listens to and won two tickets to the 61st Ozark Folk Festival there plus one night accommodations ( Worth $300.00). Neither one of us had ever been there, even though it's only a 4 - 4 1/2 hr. drive. We stayed an extra night. He went to listen to his music and I went shopping and photographing! Eureka Springs is located in the heart of the Ozark Mountains untouched by time and the stresses of the modern world. It's soothing atmosphere and VICTORIAN aura have drawn visitors since before the close of the 19th Century. Eureka Springs is a place to relax, recharge, and enjoy the pleasures of a different time. THE NEW ORLEANS HOTEL and SPA where we stayed is in the National Register of Historic Places.
Hopefully you ALL will have a nice, relaxing weekend. it is to turn much colder here this weekend. stay warm
Until next time...Keep Smiling.
~*~Paula~*~ 01 November Michael Burks Blues Oh, yeah, was listening to Public Radio in car and heard an awesome Blues Guitarist. I will have to research. His name is Michael Burks. He is playing for you now if you have your speakers on. LOL. Love his sound. My Saturday was mostly me ( PJ ) playing b-u-m. I was relaxing after the intense work week. This morning when I awoke I pulled back the drapes, rubbed my eyes, and looked again. F-O-G. Yes, we had the most beautiful week of temperatures and sun shine. Last night was Halloween and it was 70 degrees! At any rate, the photos are not the best, but shall post them anyway. More later.
SUNDAY MORNING..November 2, 2008
It is amazing to me that no matter how many times you see the same tree, it never looks the same. This morning while having my coffee on the bench facing my water garden..I looked up at the almost bare redbud to see one heart shaped leaf, just hanging on for dear life. Nature...what a lovely, mysterious Lady, indeed. Lady! I also added more to the above album.
Until next time..Keep Smiling.
~Paula~
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