all you can do is try…

St. Francis looking tired in a back yard

Fall favors…

the garden is pretty much kaput…what roses have struggling buds will not see them bloom. Everything else is battered from heavy winds and rains…save the Fall flowering Clematis I introduced last year. It is a refreshing, if now somewhat limited, display of color when everything is gone or retreating. 

take my hand…

down memory lane

road’s closed…

clarity…

‘What a wonderful life I’ve had! I only wish I’d realized it sooner.’  Colette

keep going…

vintage for sale…

“I’ve always had a keen sense of history. My father was an antiques dealer and he used to bring home boxes full of treasures, and each item always had a tale attached.” Sara Sheridan

“Sometimes the people who’ve owned the books in this shop leave little clues between the pages, and not just love notes or pressed flowers. You might come upon an unused Amtrak ticket tucked between the pages of The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes or a sprinkling of crumbs along the gutter inside The Complete Engravings, Etchings, and Drypoints of Albrecht Dürer. Makes you wonder what kind of person noshes on a salami sandwich over The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.” Camille DeAngelis