Indigo Bunting!

Isn't he beautiful! As I made my way to the coffee pot this morning, I glanced out my kitchen window and low and behold there were at least 5 indigo buntings feeding on the wild grasses I left growing in my flower beds. What a pretty bird. They love the fuzzy seed heads and are quite comical to watch as they jump up and bend the seed heads down so they can pluck away the seeds. Its sights like these that make me glad to see another day.

My Favorite Things

Whispering tree's, winding trails
Singing birds, boats with sails
Ocean Breezes, cool and wet
Sandy beaches, fishermens nets.

Tight embraces, your lips on mine
Soft subtle music, hours of time
Being alone, a call on the phone
Searching eyes, you call me your own

A soft whisper, a gentle pat
You and me, thats where its at
I love you's, looking into faces,
Sometimes tears, truth with no traces

Summer time, dewey rain
Seeing you
Loving the same...


I wrote this poem when I was 16 years old. I'm 50 now and my favorite things remain the same.

My Patio

Lets just say " I watch to many decorating shows" I love my outdoor room. I have a chimnea that I build a fire in, almost every night. I love sitting and watching the flames dance. I put my speakers out and listen to the music that suits my mood for the day. I light candles and just enjoy the romantic atmosphere I have created. A lot of people don't do nice things just for them selves, but I do, just hoping someone will come by to visit and enjoy this peaceful place with me. A glass or two of wine, close my eyes and enjoy...Alone again, but I've gotton so use to it, its just another day. Another beautiful day.

Soothing my Mind

Nothing feels better to me than going down to the creek every evening. I'm glad I'm a handy kinda person, can do anything I set my mind too. The bench is one of my creations..haha. Long story behind it, to make a long story short this one isn't going anywhere, I used quickcrete to keep it in place..:) This is where I go to soothe my nerves. I sit and listen to the water rushing over the rocks, watch beavers playing in the creek. See the different birds flying from tree to tree, and just absorb the feeling of nature and all that is good. No matter how depressed I get, I can take the short walk to my thinking spot and feel 10 times better. Just came back from there and think I'll take another creek fix before the day is done.

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Why the name of this blog is "The Last Rose of Summer"

I have always wanted to write down all my feelings about my life and the experiences I have been through. I feel like just turning 50 and still don't have a clue about what life is suppose to be like. I have always tried to make the most of any situation I have encountered. I try not to let the little things bother me to the point of mental no return. At times in my life, I have felt like I could easily enter the realm of "losing my mind" but always thought, I can't do that...its the easy way out. So here I am, kinda like the "last Rose of Summer" 50 and wondering what the last part of my life will be like. Will everything remain the same? or will I actually enjoy and savor my older years... I can hope, I can still dream, and yes I can bloom again.