Showing posts with label earth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label earth. Show all posts

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Quiet Reflection Sunday







And Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast
Rose from the dreams of it's wintry rest.


Percy Bysshe Shelley


Ah Spring and poetry go together. I can hardly wait
for the leaves to turn. Saw a robin the other day!
This photo was taken at a park not far from my home.
It is my favorite spot. Hope you have a wonderful
Sunday. I will be busy painting with my grandson.



Sunday, July 20, 2014

Quiet Reflection Sunday







The materials of wealth are in the earth,
the seas, and in their natural and unaided productions.

Daniel Webster


Visited Lake Erie this week, always a calming place to be.
I remember my parents would rent a home on the lake 
every summer. The best part of the experience was going to
bed. A circular stairway led to the upper floor, where the beds were lined up in rows. The windows opened out, so I could hear the waves splash on the sand. Every night the sound would put me
to sleep. Now when I go to the beach the sound takes me back.

Do you have wonderful memories of the sea, the ocean or the 
lake? I would love to hear your stories.



Sunday, March 3, 2013

Quiet Reflection Sunday







The materials of wealth are in the earth,
the seas, and in their natural
and unaided productions.

Daniel Webster

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Quiet Reflection Sunday- Earth Day






We have not inherited the earth
from our fathers,
We are borrowing it from our
children.


Native American Saying

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Quiet Reflection Sunday





Forget not that the earth
delights to feel your bare 
feet and the winds long to
play with your hair.


Kahlil Gibran

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Quiet Reflection Sunday




Those who contemplate the beauty of the
earth find reserves of strength that will
endure as long as life lasts.


Rachel Carson

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