Once Upon A Garden

The wonderful thing about

taking photos of the Spring garden

is that you can set it to music

and watch it as the leaves fall


in Autumn.

I’m taking a break from writing every day,

and finishing a garden video


I started earlier.

If I didn't garden, I wouldn't have

poems and lyrics come to me.

I set the Spring Garden photos

to a song I composed

for the Musical: Silent Dreams

SILENT DREAMS is a

musical-within-a-musical,

 set in 1955, near Broadway.

It revolves around the death of a long time

boarding house resident, Nedra Valova,

who played piano for the Silent Movies.

She leaves a diary revealing an affair with Valentino.

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It’s So Hard To Say Goodbye

(lyrics)

           

 WHEN I THINK OF YOU,

I REMEMBER

 THE GIFT OF YOUR LOVE,

AND THE WARMTH OF YOUR SMILE,

IT’S SO HARD TO SAY GOOD BYE,

THE ECHO OF YOUR LOVE,

LINGERS ON

 IN THIS SONG,

REMEMBERING THE TIMES

 THAT WE SHARED.

YOU ALWAYS GAVE ME HOPE

FOR MY DREAMS,

AND LISTENED TO MY SCHEMES,

AND YOU LOVED ME

JUST THE WAY THAT I WAS,

A LONELY SOUL,

NOT A DAY GOES BY,

THAT I DON’T WONDER WHY,

YOU BLESSED MY LIFE

WITH YOUR LOVE,

YOU LEFT US WITH SUCH SADNESS,

 IT’S SO HARD NOT TO CRY,

IT’S SO VERY HARD

 TO SAY, GOODBYE.

So now, view my Spring 2011 garden.

and listen to the piano solo


It's So Hard To Say Goodbye.

ONCE UPON A GARDEN


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(if you can't access it here you can
hear it on the you tube videos at the
top of this blog)

stay tuned . . .

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Enneagram Women's Workshop

I’ve enrolled in a Women’s Online

“Heart’s Desire” Enneagram Workshop.

I decided to make a blog post about it.

Here’s a photo of the book,

Wisdom of the Enneagram,

I’ve added a peacock feather

and a rose, symbolic of the

#3 Performer/ #4 Artist Wing

That’s my Enneagram Type.

We have twelve women in our group

I’ve added some art pieces

Sisters of the Moon, for all the

Intuitive Feeling women that have

helped open my heart.

 Sisters of the Sun

I’m choosing them in gratitude for this

 online community: Strangers in Good Company

(a great women’s movie)

Midnight Mamas

The pattern is done like paper dolls, with

different material and different arrangements.

Moon Dancers

I listen to the meditation tape here.

I do leg stretches lying on the rug

beside the white wicker bed tray.

My white bedroom looks out

onto the deck with pots of flowers

My Heart’s Desire is to write as 

authentically as I can on my Memoir

Confessions of a Blue Tomato.

stay tuned . . .

May this workshop retreat

bring each of us

what we need most.

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FIVE POINTS IN ATHENS, GA.

I love this area of my home town

where I’ve lived for 40 years

ADD Drug Store still has a lunch counter.

That's my son, Troy, ordering a

BLT and grilled cheese

They have old menu signs

The lunch ladies can make you a milkshake

and there's even a P.O. in the back

 that sells stamps and mails packages.

Across the street is The Homeplace

where I can buy unusual gifts.

Here's The Local Jam,

 where I came for breakfast, 

and brought my journal and pencils 

The table in the booth is covered in brown paper

Great peach preserves!

I sketched a leaf I found on the sidewalk.

A real turntable behind the counter.

Local Jam - Get it!

When I chose U of Ga. for college in 1954

people said,

 "Oh, you're going to a Party School!"

They were right!

So what if it was a "dry county" back then.

Now, it's an updated party school!

An interesting new place

5 Points Growlers

for college kids to walk up and

get an assortment of beer in gallons.

Earth Fare is here, too, where I

shop for organic Food.

 I didn’t take any more photos.

But came back home

back to my cat Zsa,Zsa, who said,

"Why don't you ever take my photo?"

 So I did.

Ah, back to this room of my own

with a garden view

where I write.

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IF THE ROSEBUD ON THE COVER - A POEM

I took some photos to illustrate

a poem from Late Bloomer

the one about the rosebud on the cover

There she is on the cover

I added a funny journal cover collage

flowers, a bird, pink champagne, a memento

a pink ribbon to tie things together


and added a song I wrote.


You can listen and read at the same time!

If the rosebud could speak, she'd say,
 "Write me a Song"

The rose bush is in the pot on the left

and here's the poem.

If the Rosebud on the Cover

If the rosebud on the cover

could talk, she would tell you

her roots have been in a

pot for a dozen years or so.

She would tell you

her owner placed her by the

patio door, to see her

peach colored blooms and

smell a fragrance of myrrh.

“So few roses have

fragrance, anymore,”

she sighs.

The rosebud would remark that she was

anointed with raindrops in spring

and opened with unusual

beauty and grace,

then faded and died.

If the rosebud on the cover

could talk, she’d say that

something always 

has to die

to be reborn.

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stay tuned . . .