Holding Hands

I took this photo of the couple walking in front of me one lunch while walking on the Katy Trail.

Poem of the Day: Emily Dickinson

My Garden -- like the Beach by Emily Dickinson

My Garden -- like the Beach --
Denotes there be -- a Sea --
That's Summer --
Such as These -- the Pearls
She fetches -- such as Me

Natures Heart Inspirtation

10 Childhood Memories

1. I love the memories I have of my grandparents little house. It sat near the train tracks and would vibrate a little as the train went by. It had one bathroom, 3 bedrooms, window ac units, old fans, a slamming screen door, yellow kitchen cabinets, peach trees, a garden, pecan trees, a swing, and lots of love.

2. When I was about 12 or 13, my mom took us to visit my aunt and uncle in Rockport. When it came time to leave, I didn't want to go and they let me stay. One morning we got up early and went out on the boat and went crabbing. We caught ice chests full of crabs by just scooping them up in our nets. When we got home, an older teenage girl and I killed and cleaned most of them. My only regret- I was a picky eater at that time and I didn't even eat any of it! I love crab now!

3. In high school, in between classes or after school, I would sit under a tree in a little gully area. My friends would sometimes gather in this same spot.

4. Our street was a gathering place for my brother and sister and all of the other teenagers that lived on our street. I looked forward to the day that my friends would gather on my street but none of the kids my age lived on my street so this was not to be. But, we did have a lot of parties at my house when my mom would go out of town.

5. At lunch time recess one day in elementary school, our music teacher started a song (I wish I could remember what it) and we all formed a line holding hands. The line marched around and around while singing the song until we were wound tight into a ball. Recess ran long that day. I remember feeling happy.

6. My grandparents parked their camper on Goose Island every year and we would go visit them. My mom would buy the water color sets for me and I would paint the sea shells.

7. Every year we got a condo on the beach in Port Aransas. We would spend the day walking on the beach, swimming at the pool, tanning on the sundeck, riding the elevator up and down, running around the condo tower. We played cards, Scrabble and dominoes.

8. I used to be able to recite the whole Eddie Murphy Raw routine. I got some ice cream. I got some ice cream. Wanna lick? Psyche! We had recorded it off on VHS from HBO and we watched it over and over again. And then he kicked him in the ding-ding!


9. My best friend lived in an old Victorian home and I spent a lot of time over there. It was also next to the train track. Their mom drove one of those station wagons. They had a basset hound and I can't remember his name. We would make pallets on the floor in the front room where it was cool. In the winter the house would get cold and we would gather in the kitchen near the gas stove, surrounding the butcher block table laughing and talking.

10. I learned to ride my bike when I was about 9 years old after I got mad at my sister for something. We had ridden it together over somewhere and when I got mad, I walked it home. Some kind of determination was set in my that day. It was red and had a glittery banana seat.

Poem of the Day - Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Sonnet 43 - How do I love thee? by Elizabeth Barrett Browning


How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death. 

Standing in your painting.

From the movie Pollock.

I don't necessarily want to paint like Pollock but this looks like a lot of fun. I can just see moving all the furniture from my living room and rolling out a large canvas and painting it up. If the boys roll one of their 100 bouncy balls through then so be it. If dust gets in it then so be it. Someday, I want to stand in my painting like this.

10 things I wish I was doing right now.

1) drinking coffee on a warm, sunny porch with a gentle breeze
2) holding hands with the man i love
3) listening to my boys laugh together
4) enjoying a warm morning bun from Starbucks
5) painting the landscape painting that is in my head
6) floating on a big float in the middle of my pool
7) sitting under a full harvest moon
8) enjoying a big pink fresh fluffy cloud of sweet cotton candy
9) browsing around my hometown county fair
10) holding hands with the man i love