Press Publish ~ Portland. Celi’s there you know. Hers was the first blog I followed when first starting mine in May of 2011. Her blog is a treat. If you haven’t already you should check it out. Some sessions will be live streamed, you have to register for tickets. Her session will begin at 1:45. There will also be so many helpful sessions, I hope to catch this one, as I am new to WordPress Premium. I am a little excited. Here is my very first post, have you read it? It seems so long ago, so much has happened since that day in May. There have been failures and unexpected successes. Moments to embrace and lessons in letting go. Through it all, I have laughed, cried, and learned. Delightfully alive. Be well, Jess
Winter. Just another of life’s adventures; fraught with roller coaster temperatures and seemingly insurmountable layers of snow and ice. A journey that forced us inside, inside ourselves to ponder our dreams and the roads we have already traveled. To navigate our paths, or wander serendipitously, our minds open to what could be.
Something about the near hibernation plummets me into retrospect, a desire to reroute my intended destination; to find joy in my journey, succumb to the stillness. Be. It has faded , winter; I struggle to rectify the inside with the out. I listen to melody of my past, believing the best is yet to come. Fresh beginnings, new goals, bright dreams; they are all there in the song. A song of sweet nothings. I delight in the sweet nothings now, the season slowed me enough to recognize contentment in the ordinary. The sunrise, the sunset, skyping with my husband 10 thousand miles away, puppy kisses, baby giggles, or a llama’s whiffle; these are gifts that could slip by without being noticed, aren’t they? Keep your eyes and your heart open lest you miss life’s beauty. Some of the best moments are the simplest. Be well, catch the moments and hold on tight. Jess
I guess, there really is no sense in complaining, we are all in the same boat. The weather has the upper hand. Mother nature must be hung up somewhere else and forgot we are stuck in winter. It’s like an old record that skips, the tune moves ahead just bit only to be bounced to where it began.
We take advantage, although somewhat reluctantly, of the quiet days. Soon the pace will pick up. They’ll be gardens to till and beds to prepare. The peas are ready to go in, along with the spinach, chard and other hearty greens.
I keep telling myself to be patient, enjoy the here and now; rest while you can. There will be busier days ahead.
Yes, Lexi, they’ll be time to play. But today we wait and plan, plot, and prepare.
Richard the Yorkishire Terrier/Papillon mix (2 yrs)
Diezel the Treeing Walker Hound (3mos)
Finnegan the Bernese Mountain Dog/Poodle aka Bernedoodle (7yrs)
Lexi the Black Labrador Retriever (6yrs)
Enjoy the wait.
The first day of spring is a perfect time to build your home; at least this couple thinks so.
Just outside my living-room window a sparrow family is building their nest in the Forsythia just swelling with buds.
It’s not a terribly pleasant day for building. The sun is struggling to be seen through the clouds and we expect snow to fall.
She is dressed rather plainly today, you wouldn’t want to muss your best finery would you. I don’t think she expected visitors.
She simply won’t be seen this way in public and takes her leave. Thank you very much.
Or perhaps she has stepped out for a few items of decoration to enhance the new abode.
I think he’s decided to use this time to tidy up his appearance. I do believe she’ll appreciate his efforts. (or perhaps he has an itch)
Where did she get off to; she can’t think I can do this alone.
Oh, there she is.
Do like how things are coming along? No? Oh well, it’s just the foundation.
Maybe she doesn’t know I’m here…
I believe she can see me now.
Let me show off my chest a little; she’ll like that.
How embarrassing, she didn’t even notice.
Perhaps I should get back to work, she might like that more…I have to impress her somehow.
Enjoy your day.
Break out the inspiration box; I’m looking for Spring.
It has to be here somewhere, it just does. No matter that thermometer out side my door reads 7 degrees. Look away.
It is Spring tomorrow, the calendar said so.
I hear birds singing their chilly songs.
There are animals who are waiting to awaken; the sun’s warmth waiting to tell them it’s time.
Be gone with you Old Man Winter, how can we miss you if you never leave. Don’t worry you won’t soon be forgotten.
We have seeds to start and gardens to sow.
There are babies to be born and eggs to be laid.
My crocus’ are desperate to break from the frozen depths.
Where is Spring? If you have seen her, could you please tell she is missed.
Well, actually it was just last year. A beautiful mostly unspoiled place to be ~ St. Croix USVI.
Video compliments of Josh Cookfair.
First let’s just say, Leprechauns are sharp dressers. One account tells us that he has a red coat with seven rows of buttons and seven buttons on each row. Dapper indeed.
Another says he wears a gold embroidered tunic, a scarlet coat, his hair in yellow ringlets. ( prefer him in red hair, thank you) His skin, whiter than foam of wave and… cheeks redder than the forest’s scarlet berry. That doesn’t sound very menacing, does it?
Leprechaun can be found above all in the Irish Midlands and Connaugh, though in more recent sightings, they have been spotted in England. There was the Liverpool Episode in the 1960’s. This city, you say, is an unlikely place for a rash of wee people sightings?
Well, I hear, they were being seen by children at night in the city’s parks near schools and libraries,as well as, houses and garden walls. So intense was the excitement, that on one occasion a crowd of people gathered near the bowling green in Edge Hill during the summer of 1964; all hoping to see fairies, children were armed and ready with their jam jars and nets.The frenzy built until police were brought in to contain the curious.
Later the same decade, a woman living in Wavertree claimed that three little men in green clothes had been sitting on her backyard wall, throwing stones at her dog, and other women saw them climbing a tree in Wavetree Park.
The leprechaun (aka leithbrágan) is quickly told: ‘The Leprecaun, a solitary Irish fairy … they may be seen sitting under a hedge mending a shoe, and if you are quick enough to capture him (keep your eyes on him) you can make him hand over his pot of gold, he is a rich little skinflint.
If you do take your eyes off him, he will vanish. Making a fool of you for trying to contain him.
A solitary fairy, which is somewhat strange as he spends his time drinking, smoking his pipe, and making shoes for others fairies. Have they always been so disinterested in the company of others? I wonder.
An early medieval text describes how King Fergus (no, not the race horse) was taken by a group of Leprechaun to the sea. Fergus awakens and grabs three of his captors, sparing their lives in return for a wish. Fergus’ demand for a wish ~ money, (they are very wealthy little shoe makers indeed). This might explain their recluse type behavior.
You decide; coincidence or fact filled lore?
I, for one, am on the hunt, (I could use the money). I think I should add some shamrock to my garden, I think they’d like that.