About

About the Author: a lover of early mornings and pure nights; rainy days and warm sunshine; good books, old movies; of sunsets, trees, thunderstorms, rooftops, ice cream cones, wildflowers, rambling through woods…of quiet moments and hearty laughter; of the simple things where real life is found and treasured.

About the Blog: Here you'll find my pre-meditated and edited thoughts and musings and only occasionally the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings. 

"The World is too much with us; late and soon, 

Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;--

Little we see in Nature that is ours;

We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!

This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;

The winds that will be howling at all hours, 

And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;

For this, for everything, we are out of tune;

It moves us not. Great God! I'd rather be

A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;

So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,

Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;

Have sight of Proteus rising from the Sea;

Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn."

-William Wordsworth