Trying Something A Little Different

Here is a pastel painting that is not like anything in my portfolio.  I need more summer and nature pictures for the portfolio and this is what I have down so far.  I am pretty happy with the results so far…I just need to add a couple of birds to the post with wildflowers to the background and foreground and I should be all set.  I can’t wait to see it completed.

I have included the reference photo I took in my backyard.  I just made the colors more vibrant in the quilt for intensity.  I will post the completed picture as soon as I am done.




One Morning The World Woke Up – A Poem About The Ending Of War On Earth

I am posting a poem that my mother had me read a long time ago and it stayed with me…almost haunting me.  It is by Oscar Williams and it is especially perfect for today, with all the war and terrible tragedies going on in the world today. Although it mentions the Jews, you can put yourself or anyone else in their place. It really makes you think, and it is almost impossible to imagine a world without war, but it is beautiful to imagine.  The last stanza gives you the hope you almost are afraid to wish for, for you cannot imagine it ever happening, but it is nice to think about.  Read on and dream…

One Morning the World Woke Up

One morning the world woke up and there was no news;
No gun was shelling the great eardrum of the air
No Christian flesh spurted beneath the subtle screws,
No moaning came from the many agony-faced Jews,
Only the trees in a gauze of wind trembled and were fair.

No trucks climbed into the groove of an endless road,
No tanks were swaying drunken with death at the hilltop,
No bombs were planting their bushes of blood and mud,
And the aimless tides of unfortunates no longer glowed:
A break in the action at last…all had come to a stop.

Those trees danced, in their delicate selves half furled
And a new time on the glittering atmosphere was seen; The lightning stuttering on the closed eyelid of the world
Was gone, and an age of horizons had dawned, soft, pearled.
The world woke up to a scene like spring’s first green.

Birds chirped in waterfalls of little sounds for hours,
Rainbows, in miniature nuggets, were stored in the dews,
The sky was one vast moonstone of the tenderest blues,
And the meadows lay carpeted in three heights of flowers:
One morning the world woke up and there was no news.

Lone Soldier

The “Love and Hate List” (via Cherylmcnulty’s Blog)

Here is a reblog on one of my older posts I went through and found. I just felt it should be read again. Hope you like it! 🙂

Again, I found this entry in my journal.  This journal by the way, was intended to be given to my children to have when I am no longer here.  Kind of like a mish mash of feelings,poems, and what my kids mean to me. I gave my mother an empty  journal book (they were called “Anything Books”) as a gift for a birthday or Mothers Day, because I knew she liked to write.  She loved it and used it, and I found it after she passed away.  Our family used i … Read More

via Cherylmcnulty’s Blog

My “Forever Feather Friends”

There’s a small family of birds that live at least part of the year in the gutter near my bathroom window.  On sunny days in the winter, most of the Spring and into the summer, you may hear this incessant chirping going on.  You may think this would be pleasant to hear, but when I heard it, it was downright annoying.  And all I could think was how they may be ruining the wood to my house and making a mess in my gutters! From that point on, I would try to deter these monsters by rapping a broom handle out my window and right where they would congregate.  It would scare them for awhile and provide a little relief. I was even thinking of having them professionally removed…imagine that!

Eventually though, they would come back.  They always came back.

Well, needless to say, the winter in New England this year has been a nasty one.  And I must say I have never wanted Spring more badly than this year.  I would be happy to just sit in a green house and not move.  Just breathe in the sweet air!!! Ahhhhh!  There were mounds of snow everywhere and parking was horrendous.  Snow blew off cars on highways and blew onto other cars. almost causing very bad accidents. Ahem!  I absolutely hated it.  I was done.

Well, I was getting depressed just thinking how long it would take for Spring to even get here one day as I was getting ready to go out, when there was this one particular day, it just happened to be about 40 degrees and sunny.  No wind. I opened my bathroom window and breathed the sweet air and then I heard it!  Those birds!!!  Those nasty, awful…….I mean wonderful, beautiful birds!!!!  Yes, the family of birds were chirping…and I didn’t even mind!  As a matter of fact…I loved it.  It sounded just like Spring, and I needed to hear that so badly.  It was like music.  I would never even think of chasing them away, not a chance.  I was even thinking of placing a “Vacancy” sign up just for more birds.  You know, I even protected them when a nasty robin or Blue Jay came by to intrude on my “friends”  making them very angry and upset. I rapped my broomstick at them and they flew away.

So yes, I am keeping my “Feather Friends”, at least for now.  I seem to have taken a fancy to them.  Maybe I should go out to the store and buy some birdseed, maybe even a birdhouse or two…..hmmmmm.

I’ll let you know how it goes. 🙂

One of my "Feather Friends"




The “Love and Hate List”

Again, I found this entry in my journal.  This journal by the way, was intended to be given to my children to have when I am no longer here.  Kind of like a mish mash of feelings,poems, and thoughts about what my kids mean to me.

I gave my mother an empty  journal book (they were called “Anything Books” in the 70’s) as a gift for a birthday or Mothers Day, because I knew she liked to write.  She loved it and used it, and I found it after she passed away.  Our family used it to read at her wake as there was an entry where she listed all the things she hated in life, and all the things she loved.  It helped everyone know who this woman was, there were some things that were even funny!

And so, I did the same.  I thought it would be interesting to share with you all the things I love in life, and all the things I hate. I’m sure there are more I could think about, but have not listed. Anyway, you might relate to a number of these, and hopefully you will make a list for your family, someday.

Here goes:

I Love:

*Spring and how the smell of lilacs permeate the air when it finally arrives.

*Birds singing in the morning and having windows opened with the crisp morning air blowing through the screened windows.


*Carousels and the way they can make you feel like a child all over again.

*Quilts and anything that can be handed down from generation to generation (Artwork and writing included).

*The smell of a country gift shop when you first walk in. The potpourri smell that overwhelms you and I can never seem to duplicate.



*Shows on television that have  good family values and morals (not many anymore).

*Anything old-fashioned.

*Antiques and antique stores.  I can never get over the fact I am touching something from years past. I try to imagine the person that owned the item.

*Pina Coladas

*And getting caught in the rain (:) ha-ha) Not really!

*to hug and be hugged

*being at home and baking

*horses and cows

*The Amish,their beliefs and traditions and how they always seem at peace with themselves.

*Pennsylvania- the beautiful countryside as far as an eye can see. The flat,rolling patchwork of corn and greenery. The feeling of calm that I feel when I take it all in.

*Making a big deal out of my kids and when other people make a big deal of them. They’re great!

*My husband-for being my rock. A very thoughtful,loving and guiding person.  He brings out the best in me.

* Christmas and all that it brings-the excitement,the lights and all the smells.

*Having friends over and sharing a laugh over chocolate martinis.

I Hate:

*Winter after Christmas-you can keep it!  (Then there is no more need for snow,in my eyes) January through April have to be the dreariest and longest months ever!

*Bees and spiders!  (Thank God for Raid!) Sorry!!

*My hair,because it was always too thin and could never do anything with it.  Always a fight!

*My penmanship (ask anyone).

*Schedules and making them,even though I know it should make life easier, it seems like work to me.  You do accomplish more, but I hate them anyway.

*Thunder and lightning.  I’m still scared to this day.

*Tornadoes. I haven’t seen one in real life, just on the The Weather Channel,  The News, “The Wizard of Oz” and in my nightmares (not kidding)…and I would like to keep it that way, thank you!

*The newspaper and reading all the bad things that are happening in the world.  It scares me sometimes how some  people can have such disrespect for a persons life.

* Fear  and how it can keep you back from doing something you really want to do. Also worry-I do this alot and it’s a waste of time.

*The highway and watching all the nutty people fly by.

*The clock and trying to beat the time everyday-it’s a drag!

*Cloudy, rainy days that go on for a week.

Well, there it is.  I know I could add more to both lists, but that could take forever.  See how doing this can really let you know alot about a person?

Wow, now I feel vulnerable!  I hate that, too!

Only kidding! 🙂  Cheryl