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Too much Candy

Too much candy
I bought some Halloween candy two weeks ago. We ate some. Bought more candy last week. Ate a tiny bit more. Grocery shopping yesterday realized because I get so many Trick-or-Treaters I better buy more candy. Just dumped all of the bags into my big wicker pumpkin.
Mmm, do I have way too much candy?
I share.

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Delayed return

scenic view of mountain road against cloudy sky

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Time zooms and life gets in the way and I’ve neglected my blog for far too long.  I apologize to all of you who sent me comments without me responding.  Your remarks really touched me. I appreciate each of you.

This morning when I finally logged back into my blog thanks to a very thoughtful reader who prodded me back I realized I missed you guys.  Very much.

Thank you for your patience and encouragement.  I’m back — so watch out!

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WHISPER of MAGIC

magical-sunset-marina-likholat by Karen Elizabeth Rigley

Magic exists. It’s not just in the pages of story in once upon a time or happily ever after, sparking imagination of riding upon wings of a dragon, finding leprechaun gold or chasing a unicorn.

Every day magic surrounds us. Hear it in the whisper of butterfly wings, the snick of a door at midnight or the sigh of a baby dreaming. Discover magic in communications at your fingertips, the glory of a sunset or music that lifts your heart. Revel in the magic of a kiss, the purr of a kitten, or the timely call of a friend when you’re feeling blue. Savor a pine-scented breeze or ocean waves swishing your toes, or share wonder through a child’s eyes.

Our world teems with magic – we only must look for it. I wish you magic!

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Thanksgiving Blessings

by Karen E. Rigley

Happy Thanksgiving!

Though my blog’s dedicated lately to mystery wrter interviews to help MysteryMost Cozy celebrate their 10th anniversary, I’d like to reclaim it today. Thanksgiving is such a special time.  It reminds us to reflect  upon our loved ones, the beauty surrounding us and all that’s good in our lives with thanks and appreciation instead of fretting about what’s wrong. 

I am so blessed with the wonderful people in my life and wish to extend my gratitude to each of you who read or follow this blog.

Here’s a “rerun” of my post from 2010:

November is the month of Thanksgiving and remembering our blessings. At times we can find ourselves so caught up in problems or hectic schedule we forget to appreciate the bounty of blessings surrounding us. From the promise of sunrise to sharing a smile with a loved one to the giggle of a child, we often fail to appreciate the most precious things. I challenge you this month to offer thanks for those you care about, for the beauty surrounding us and for the good moments of your life.

GIVE THANKS

Sometimes we get lost

in our daily crush,

letting life demands

get in the way

we forget

to note the blessings,

great and small,

showered upon us each day.

DISCOVER BEAUTY

Beauty radiates in the silver spill of moonlight
upon undulating ocean waves.
Beauty radiates in the delighted ring of children’s
laughter as they play hide and seek.
Beauty radiates with a night-blooming jasmine’s soft
haunting fragrance drifting through the air.
Beauty radiates in the shimmering peace of snowflakes
blanketing a sleeping landscape.
Beauty radiates with music of a songbird
welcoming the iridescent dawn.
Beauty radiates as a scarlet rose blossoms,
revealing velvet petals one by one.
Beauty radiates with a hushed lullaby as a mother
sings her baby asleep.
Beauty radiates in the luminous reflections
mirrored within a sparkling lake.
Beauty radiates as a glowing sunset
flames the horizon ablaze with color.
Beauty radiates in the warm accepting embrace
of brotherly love for all mankind.

Karen Elizabeth Rigley

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SUMMER ZOOM

by Karen E. Rigley

Summer ends today. It zoomed by in a whirl of family, friends, weddings, funerals, babies, endless writing projects, trips up the canyon, to the lake, in the mountains, sizzling sunshine, hot summer nights, thunderstorms and birdsongs.

It feels as if summer barely dawned and now it’s setting, touching leaves with gold and scarlet as nights cool and days mellow. I already miss it. Now guess I’d better clean up fallen apples off the back lawn, deadhead the roses and tame some weeds.

DESERT NIGHT

Stars sparkle like sequins spilled across
black velvet skies
above
flatlands stretching forever
Desolation broken only by scattered
silhouettes of cactus, greasewood and sagebrush
harsh reminders of
survival
as a hawk swoops
down toward
an adventurous prairie dog scampering
back home.

KITTEN

Nature’s young
uncuddly
soft fur
golden splotched
patches
on creamy white
fiercely battles a
grasshopper

 

VALLEY EVE

A silver line of lake shimmers

deceptively in the distance

West

violet mountains guard the far horizon

East

giant mountains of timber and rock

tower nearly to the stars

rising in the sapphire evening sky

Sagebrush foothills slope into meadows

alive with fragrant wildflowers

Trees with heavy-leafed branches

cast flowing shadows

to the music of canyon winds.

 
 

Confessions of a Lazy Gardener

by Karen E. Rigley

Thumbing through magazines and catalogues I see beautiful gardens and wish I could recreate them at my house. But the reality doesn’t match the dream. In part, because I’m a lazy gardener. Yes, I admit it. L-A-Z-Y.

Shameful, but true. Sometimes, my flower patches boast more weeds and grass than blossoms. Sometimes, there are more fading blooms than rosebuds adorning my rose bushes.

Sometimes, my clematis and honeysuckle vines entwine around the fence and even the peonies instead of the trellis. My herb garden occasionally sprouts a dandelion taller than the sage and lavender. The sad wilt of my pansies, snow-in-summer and creeping phlox reveal when I forget to water. It’s true sometimes my gardening skills look questionable.

It’s not my skill – it’s my will. I truly intend to do better this year. I hear some of you echoing my resolution, so I am not the only lazy gardener here. Good, that makes my confession easier. I love gardening – I do. Except it’s so much work. And takes so much time.  Plus I’m not as, ah, nimble as I once was.  Knees and ankles tend to protest — rather loudly at times.

Fortunately, I pad my landscape with flowering bushes like Rose of Sharon, flowering almond, forsythia, snowball, mock orange, Potentilla and bridal veil which need little grooming.

Maybe if I had raised beds to help keep out the weeds and grass? Oh, yeah.  Not so much. I tried that in a corner of the backyard. I dug down two feet and laid down that black plastic barrier before I built the raised beds. Uh huh. It took about two months for the tentacles of grass and wild morning glory to snake up through. That corner of oriental lilies, trumpet lilies and Liatris (feather flowers) fare no better than the other areas, though it appears a festive corner. Just don’t look too closely. 😉

The crazy thing is that I still get compliments on my flowers. Remarkable fact, yet I know why. Here is a secret I’ll share with my kindred spirits who love gardens more than the gardening: lazy gardeners cheat whenever we can.

Plant tough and spreading perennials like coreopsis, cupid dart, blue flax, daylilies, balloon flowers and Missouri evening primrose that need little attention. Grecian windflower anemones add a delicate touch. You can discover easy-care plants to bloom from early spring until frost. In fact, every flower (except the roses) mentioned in this confession are simple care. Though you must remember some watering and to tame the weeds a bit.

Fellow lazy gardeners rejoice! We can create beauty with minor effort – as long as we cheat.

Now if I can just get that grass out of my flowers – any volunteers?

SPRING MORN

Dew-kissed wild flowers

paint

patchwork meadow

songbirds and insects

hum

nature’s chorus

Awake!

 

WEEKEND GARDENER

 The geraniums need bedding.

My roses need dead-heading.

The pansies lost a war with weeds.

Sparrows ate my snapdragon seeds

and now they need resowing.

Naturally, the lawn needs mowing.

The hedges need trimming.

How my head is spinning!

A weekend isn’t long enough

to get the gardening done.

I must work through my vacation

instead of playing in the sun.

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Mother’s Day Tribute: SHIMMERING SPIRIT

by Karen Elizabeth Rigley

For those of you who still have your mother – cherish her, appreciate her and enjoy her.  Some things are too close to your heart to write about. That’s how I feel about my mom. Even though it’s been over a decade since her passing, it’s still so hard. I miss her every day. Sometimes it a tiny thing – ice skating on TV, a snapshot of her or a sudden memory of her soft voice and warm hugs.

 Such an amazing woman, she possessed unbelievable inner strength throughout all her earthly struggles. Yet, she shimmered with a sweet compassionate spirit, never hurting another soul. She taught by example. She always put others first. No matter her personal hardships, her concern was the well-being of others. She believed in us, expecting the best of all, yet offering forgiveness when we faltered. Never judging or preaching. She lived by an unshakable quiet faith.

Oh, how I admired her. It tears my heart that I sometimes disappointed her. She endured so much, weathering storms of life that would shipwreck most. Yet, even during her darkest times, she’d reach out during the depths to care for others and make sure they were okay. They say that good deeds we do in life stockpile rewards in heaven. Mom earned a lifetime of them just by being herself.

Even toward the end, after a valiant seventeen-year battle with Parkinson’s Disease, Mom hung on as long as humanly possible despite her agony, knowing we still needed her. How I still miss her!

I’m forever grateful for the wisdom she taught me. She lived the Three Cs: Courage, caring and compassion. She knew the secret of life is how we treat others. There’s no one I admire more and it stirs my heart each time I see Mom’s kind, loving spirit living on in my daughter.

REBEL BODY

Even as she sleeps

her legs

tremble, tremble

Lilies

buffeted

 by

wind

She awakens aching,

body weak

shaking

quaking

Kitten

stranded

in the

snow

Kind, arthritic hands

rebellious

quiver

shiver

Tornado

trapped

within

Constant battle of

mind with limbs

Ceaseless,

ceaseless

Wave

beleaguered

shore

Courageous spirit

endures

Memories call

Still

deep

pool

by

waterfall.