Life growing
Through her
Gently
Slightest twists
Fleshing out
Encompasses
Claiming possession
Surrounding each curve
Of that which is her
She: adorned with brio
By his verdurous abstraction
Audacious bliss
Dear Audrey, wishing you and all of your loved ones a most happy New Year and a healthy, happy and successful 2015, and that you may reach whatever you might desire. π
Thank you, Salva. I appreciate your support and continued friendship. If I can figure out how to get what I need…well, we’ll be reading about it here, I suppose. Best to you and yours this New Year, as well. Enjoy your day. π
Yes, for a better and mutual world and that we may be able to value and cherish each others writings with all due respect and understanding. Read you next year, then … π
Ever the charmer, is my Photographer Philosopher Extraordinaire. How many nicknames does that make for me now, Dalo? π Thank you, Flirt.
Happy New Year, if I don’t see you before then!!
You say the sweetest things, Dalo. *swoons*
Seems to be a great start to the new year. I got a chance to say hello to you. Hope all your pursuits this year are full of encouraging moments.
Yes! I’ve got a wood stove that keeps me from running the furnace. It keeps things much warmer, in my opinion. You can def help! Well, yes and no. I split some of it. Depending on what trees fall during the year. I had to order a bit this year. Still needed split, though.
We had a wood burning stove in our house when I was a kid. Our house was too new for an old fireplace, so my dad bought a black stove which sat on stone he had put in…twas beautiful. I used to sit near it on the floor and read. Or warm my bottom and then sit on a chair and burn my buns, as we’d say. My siblings and I would do it over and over again and laugh. My grandfather still uses his in his basement. My dad has two fireplaces. One in the family room and one in the basement. Those are nice, too. But oh the wood it all takes…I think it’s cool you have one. Very cool. You surprise me with what you do, you know. You’re quite capable, Duke. I’ve never split wood. Seems dangerous. I like to watch and stack it.
That’s cool. There’s nothing like a stove. You know, I haven’t used a fireplace too muchly much. The stove, too, I think, saves on wood. *laughs* Burn your buns…I can identify with that! Well, it is dangerous–splitting wood–you have to be careful. I used to do more of it by hand. But I must admit, I did get a log splitter.
I have always loved your writing…it always surprises me that you aren’t some famous poet already…you are truly an inspiration to the rest of us…well, to me at least. Beautiful piece, as usual. HUGS
Thank you for letting me know that you have been reading, AI. You know it is you silent readers that often leave me humbled. Your admission is so soothing…thank you. Truly. To become a famous poet one must die first, I fear. Ha. One day, maybe. You in turn, my friend, inspire me. I hope your heart is slowly calming. My thoughts have been with you. Hugs to you, as well. β‘
Thank you, wow, I’m such a sissy…I’m tearing up…
I agree with your sentiment behind poets and death, too – – – very true – – –
Thank you for your thoughts, my heart is calming I hope…xx
Keep the goods coming, please! β€
Now, Aud, there are some words here I don’t even know. Whew! Where do you come up with them? Audacious? Hmmm …. I’ll have to look that one up. LOVED this poem even if I didn’t know all the words. LOL Love, Amy
Really? Amy…I think you’re giving me a hard time. Audacious is a gorgeous word I heard a million years ago in one of the most romantic movies of all time. It has stuck with me ever since….but in truth it is this poem by one of my favorite poets, whom I adore, Afanasy Fet:
Half-opening her lips to the frost’s morning sigh, how strangely the rose has smiled on a swift-fleeting day of September!
How audacious it is to advance in stately manner before the blue-tit fluttering in the shrubs that have long lost their leaves, like a queen with the spring’s greeting on her lips;
to bloom with steadfast hope that, parted from the cold flower-bed, she may be the last to cling, intoxicated, to a young hostess’s breast.Β
The loveliest of poems, I think. Enjoy your day, Amy.
Wow. That is totally mind blowing beautiful. I honestly wasn’t giving you a hard time, Audrey. I really had not heard of the word audacious. Really. Bless you for sharing this with me. It just put me in a beautiful world, getting my mind off my Dad. Thank you so much. Love, Amy
I think it is a fine poem, Amy. I’m glad you enjoyed it. I do hope your father will be okay. When my father was diagnosed with cancer in September my friends here were very supportive. I know you’ll find that to be true for you, as well. My thoughts and prayers are with you. xxx
The tests results came back today … no cancer, Audrey. He has some other problems they are now trying to get to the bottom of. I think he is just at the point he wants to go HOME. He just turned 90. Thank you so much for your concern. Love, Amy
Reports still coming in, Aud. My Dad is extremely weak. He has pneumonia. He has aspirated some food so now he is NPO (no food by mouth) and has a feeding tube. He is on antibiotics and steroids. I will be posting soon asking for prayer. Happy New Year, Audrey. Love, Amy
I will lift your father up in prayer, Amy. May our heavenly Father have his hands on your dad, allow for Jesus’ arms to hold you and The Holy Spirit sway into surrounding you all. May your storm calm as Their love provides strength. My thoughts are with you. β‘
My Dad today is already responding to both treatments and medications. He already is stronger. He has a long ways to go with PT and maybe rehab, but I think he has chosen to stay around for a bit longer. Bless you, Audrey, for your prayers. I am deeply grateful to you. (((HUGS))) Amy
Gorgeous plant, Audrey — what is it? Don’t think I’ve ever seen one (must be native to your part of the country). Hope your Christmas was lovely — I’m still slacking, ha!
Hi, Debbie. Thank you. This plant is a Callistemon Citrinus, but often referred to as ‘Little John’….a bottle brush blossom. I think they’re beautiful. I love red color, so deep and romantic. We see them a lot in southern Texas. My Christmas was lovely, thank you. Hoping the same for you. Slack away… π We’re allowed, you know. Enjoy your day!
Pretty words! β€
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Thank you, Amazing Kate. β‘ I do hope you guys enjoyed your evening! Happy 2015!
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May New Year have bright new beginnings for you and safety.
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Thank you so much, Carl. You’re very sweet for stopping by. Blessings to you, as well. You just made my night.
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Beauty of life …
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Yes, Salva π Good to see you.
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Dear Audrey, wishing you and all of your loved ones a most happy New Year and a healthy, happy and successful 2015, and that you may reach whatever you might desire. π
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Thank you, Salva. I appreciate your support and continued friendship. If I can figure out how to get what I need…well, we’ll be reading about it here, I suppose. Best to you and yours this New Year, as well. Enjoy your day. π
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Yes, for a better and mutual world and that we may be able to value and cherish each others writings with all due respect and understanding. Read you next year, then … π
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Perfectly stated, my friend. Cheers to the new year!
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Audacious Dawn, that is a great nickname for you π The poem, absolutely bliss ~
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Ever the charmer, is my Photographer Philosopher Extraordinaire. How many nicknames does that make for me now, Dalo? π Thank you, Flirt.
Happy New Year, if I don’t see you before then!!
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Cheers to you as well Audacious ~
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Now you have me sounding like a bull from the Pendleton Roundup…that doesn’t seem right!!! π I kinda like it. I admit.
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There is a famous bull called Bodacious…
Audacious is far superior ~
Hope you are having a good first day of the year π
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You say the sweetest things, Dalo. *swoons*
Seems to be a great start to the new year. I got a chance to say hello to you. Hope all your pursuits this year are full of encouraging moments.
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It’s a snow strawberry flower! (At least, I think it could be.)
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Aww. How lovely. It almost appears to have freckles like a strawberry, huh? (Could be…maybe I’m just being sweet today.)
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Like a strawberry? Did you know strawberries are hurtful?
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No. I didn’t know this…explain, please. Are you going to tell me you’re allergic? You already told me that, you know.
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No, I tried to grow them…and my patch isn’t exactly the…best.
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T’is not the right time to be growing them, Duketh. *checks the snow covered ground outside* I can grow strawberries, you know.
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Well, I mean last year’s patch…I don’t have any snow, dadblameit! You can?
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*laughs* I know. Love giving you a hard time. No snow, what good are you? Where’s all the snow? Yes, I can. *sparkles*
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We’re having not much of any this year…I should blame you.
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It seems that the snow is still busy. Blame me? But what do I have to do with anything? *packs away the heat lamps*
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*laughs and points* I knew it!
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I wish you had some snow, Duke. Maybe soon, then… *smiles*
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Aw, thanks, Audith! Good news. Supposed to snow today and tomorrow. It was 55 Sunday morning! Temp really dropped.
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Ooo, get your sled!
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Will do!
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Will you really?
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If I get the time, yes. Got to try and get wood today!
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You have to gather wood? I wanna help. Do you cut it yourself?
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Yes! I’ve got a wood stove that keeps me from running the furnace. It keeps things much warmer, in my opinion. You can def help! Well, yes and no. I split some of it. Depending on what trees fall during the year. I had to order a bit this year. Still needed split, though.
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We had a wood burning stove in our house when I was a kid. Our house was too new for an old fireplace, so my dad bought a black stove which sat on stone he had put in…twas beautiful. I used to sit near it on the floor and read. Or warm my bottom and then sit on a chair and burn my buns, as we’d say. My siblings and I would do it over and over again and laugh. My grandfather still uses his in his basement. My dad has two fireplaces. One in the family room and one in the basement. Those are nice, too. But oh the wood it all takes…I think it’s cool you have one. Very cool. You surprise me with what you do, you know. You’re quite capable, Duke. I’ve never split wood. Seems dangerous. I like to watch and stack it.
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That’s cool. There’s nothing like a stove. You know, I haven’t used a fireplace too muchly much. The stove, too, I think, saves on wood. *laughs* Burn your buns…I can identify with that! Well, it is dangerous–splitting wood–you have to be careful. I used to do more of it by hand. But I must admit, I did get a log splitter.
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Ooo, a log splitter. Now I definitely want to help. *grabs her gloves*
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It’s loud!
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*grabs her earmuffs too*
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This is beautiful Audrey. And what a flower eh.
π
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Thanks, Staci. Yea, eh? π
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I love the two-fold stories you delicately weave π
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Thank you, Morgan. I appreciate you stopping by to say hello. Hope your holiday was nice. xxx
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It was π Hoping your New Year is filled with Blessings and Beauty, Audrey π Thank You Ever So for being part of my 2014!
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Always β‘
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I have always loved your writing…it always surprises me that you aren’t some famous poet already…you are truly an inspiration to the rest of us…well, to me at least. Beautiful piece, as usual. HUGS
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Thank you for letting me know that you have been reading, AI. You know it is you silent readers that often leave me humbled. Your admission is so soothing…thank you. Truly. To become a famous poet one must die first, I fear. Ha. One day, maybe. You in turn, my friend, inspire me. I hope your heart is slowly calming. My thoughts have been with you. Hugs to you, as well. β‘
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Thank you, wow, I’m such a sissy…I’m tearing up…
I agree with your sentiment behind poets and death, too – – – very true – – –
Thank you for your thoughts, my heart is calming I hope…xx
Keep the goods coming, please! β€
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If you’re a sissy, then I’m a sissy, too. I’ll continue to keep you in my thoughts. I will write, if you promise to do the same. xxx
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You got it. Xx
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Awesome β‘
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Now, Aud, there are some words here I don’t even know. Whew! Where do you come up with them? Audacious? Hmmm …. I’ll have to look that one up. LOVED this poem even if I didn’t know all the words. LOL Love, Amy
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Really? Amy…I think you’re giving me a hard time. Audacious is a gorgeous word I heard a million years ago in one of the most romantic movies of all time. It has stuck with me ever since….but in truth it is this poem by one of my favorite poets, whom I adore, Afanasy Fet:
Half-opening her lips to the frost’s morning sigh, how strangely the rose has smiled on a swift-fleeting day of September!
How audacious it is to advance in stately manner before the blue-tit fluttering in the shrubs that have long lost their leaves, like a queen with the spring’s greeting on her lips;
to bloom with steadfast hope that, parted from the cold flower-bed, she may be the last to cling, intoxicated, to a young hostess’s breast.Β
The loveliest of poems, I think. Enjoy your day, Amy.
Β
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Wow. That is totally mind blowing beautiful. I honestly wasn’t giving you a hard time, Audrey. I really had not heard of the word audacious. Really. Bless you for sharing this with me. It just put me in a beautiful world, getting my mind off my Dad. Thank you so much. Love, Amy
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I think it is a fine poem, Amy. I’m glad you enjoyed it. I do hope your father will be okay. When my father was diagnosed with cancer in September my friends here were very supportive. I know you’ll find that to be true for you, as well. My thoughts and prayers are with you. xxx
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The tests results came back today … no cancer, Audrey. He has some other problems they are now trying to get to the bottom of. I think he is just at the point he wants to go HOME. He just turned 90. Thank you so much for your concern. Love, Amy
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Praise God!! β‘β‘β‘
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Reports still coming in, Aud. My Dad is extremely weak. He has pneumonia. He has aspirated some food so now he is NPO (no food by mouth) and has a feeding tube. He is on antibiotics and steroids. I will be posting soon asking for prayer. Happy New Year, Audrey. Love, Amy
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I will lift your father up in prayer, Amy. May our heavenly Father have his hands on your dad, allow for Jesus’ arms to hold you and The Holy Spirit sway into surrounding you all. May your storm calm as Their love provides strength. My thoughts are with you. β‘
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Amen and thank you, Audrey. God bless you for praying. (((HUGS))) Amy
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Continued thoughts and prayers, Amy β‘
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My Dad today is already responding to both treatments and medications. He already is stronger. He has a long ways to go with PT and maybe rehab, but I think he has chosen to stay around for a bit longer. Bless you, Audrey, for your prayers. I am deeply grateful to you. (((HUGS))) Amy
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Wonderful news, Amy. I love that he’s a fighter. xx
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Just like his daughter. π xx
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π INDEED
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Gorgeous plant, Audrey — what is it? Don’t think I’ve ever seen one (must be native to your part of the country). Hope your Christmas was lovely — I’m still slacking, ha!
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Hi, Debbie. Thank you. This plant is a Callistemon Citrinus, but often referred to as ‘Little John’….a bottle brush blossom. I think they’re beautiful. I love red color, so deep and romantic. We see them a lot in southern Texas. My Christmas was lovely, thank you. Hoping the same for you. Slack away… π We’re allowed, you know. Enjoy your day!
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