beware the red mare

This horse and I have a love/hate relationship.Seriously.  I know…  how could you not love a creature such as this.  Just look into that liquid doe eye. She is a […]

delicately dangling

into the blue

Sometimes you really have to look. Look  hard for the beauty in things . I was bored yesterday and the sun came out briefly so I wandered around the garden with my […]

fuschia

tromping around my garden today and caught this lovely fuschia trying to hang on in the cold. go girl go…..

when the smoke clears

Here’s hoping everyone out there had a fairy tale Christmas. Let me clarify.  By this I mean, a full belly, a smiling face,a table with no elbow room, a warm […]

get into my car…

BOOM!. There she was! My ultimate “Batmobile”. Perfectly parked, politely as a whale, by the curb side waiting for me. Waiting for Thelma and Louise.  OMG>>>>> I.WANT. HER…. and I […]

nineteen ninety six = sixteen

gosh, I love this kid…. of course I do, I am his Mama!  Happy Birthday to my first born bouncing baby boy!  It’s been a whirlwind of 16 years of mud, […]

from super hero capes, nerf swords and lego to this…..

this poem was written by my” in the middle” boy. […]

grave series

Mother Nature and Jack Frost. What a pair of total dicks. No thanks for the grey, damp, stinky West Coast blanket you hucked on us overnight. Dicks. It is no […]

take a moment

The End and the Beginning After every war someone has to clean up. Things won’t straighten themselves up, after all. Someone has to push the rubble to the sides of […]

best friend

when I am an old horsewoman, I shall wear turquoise and diamonds and a straw hat that doesn’t suit me and I shall spend my social security on white wine and carrots, and sit in the alleyway of my barn and listen to my horses breathe. I will sneak out in the middle of a summer night and ride the old bay gelding, across the moonstruck meadow if my old bones will allow and when people come to call, I will smile and nod as I walk past the gardens to the barn and show instead, the flowers growing inside stalls, fresh-lined with straw. I will shovel and sweat and wear hay in my hair, as if it were a jewel and I will be an embarrassment to ALL, who will not yet have found the peace in being free to have a horse as a best friend. a friend who waits at the midnight hour with velvet muzzle and soft nicker and patient eyes. for this is the kind of woman I will be. when I am old. -author unknown

follow the magic path…

i can’t control my destiny, I trust my soul, my only goal is just to be. there’s only now, there’s only here. give in to love or live in fear. No other path, no other way. no day but today."

make love not war

be love. make love, not war. be the change you want to see in the world. for life is very short, there's no time for fussing and fighting my friend.

snap!

....I adore white flowers, most notably tulips and peonies,lilacs,vines,wooly thyme,ooh almost forgot poppies! ...if you saw my yard you'd understand what I'm sayin'..it is a bit of a running joke around the hood.....this particular pic was snapped on Granville Island though..which if you are unfamiliar, is a urban,artsy,fartsy farmers market so to speak.