I like to see it lap the Miles —
How’s your imagination? Here’s a riddle from Emily Dickinson. Can you guess the answer? Read the rest of this entry »
How’s your imagination? Here’s a riddle from Emily Dickinson. Can you guess the answer? Read the rest of this entry »
~~~Islands of Palau in the South Pacific
In 1984, one year after I began teaching, I attended a gathering of faculty from 6 or 7 sister seminaries. We were together for one weekend. There weren’t many women professors in the group.
Because I was the newest female professor Read the rest of this entry »
fairy lanterns
blush deep fuchsia
avert their eyes
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I couldn’t decide whether these were miniature Chinese lanterns or fairy lanterns. The fairies won out. They take me back to California and my indoor hanging baskets of fuchsias. Magenta is still my favorite color.
Of all my indoor plants, they were the most spectacular. They’re delicate, magical and super easy to grow. I saw these at Longwood Gardens in the Conservatory, where I’d like to be right now. Though the snow outside my window is pretty spectacular.
Happy Monday!
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 24 January 2016
Photo credit: DAFraser, Longwood Gardens Conservatory
Dear Diane,
I’ve been thinking about you all day. Missing you and grateful you’re at rest. Following your death in 2006, David and I flew to Houston, rented a car, and came to the funeral home for your viewing, the evening before your funeral service. Read the rest of this entry »
mirrored in the pond
drab leafless trees come to life
dance on gleaming sky
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To see trees dancing on the sky, click on photo.
Dear Dad,
I’ve been thinking about you a lot this week. Wondering about things that happened and didn’t happen. Wondering what it would be like if….
Actually, I got to the ‘what if’ stage just about an hour ago. Read the rest of this entry »
Gannet Flying Overhead
Photo credit: Cliff’s View Blog
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“Refining”
Lord, make my heart
Pure as the gannet’s wing, Read the rest of this entry »
It’s been an age since I first met you—
You there, looking back at me
Three score years plus eleven to be exact
You haven’t changed a bit, they say
You and I know better Read the rest of this entry »