Friday, December 30, 2016

Last look...

Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree...



((((....a-n-d....

2017
is 
on

its w-a-y!!!))))

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Great Quotes....

log home in summer; Boone, NC



about life (...about love) and about relationships.



"I think every relationship should be allowed to have its own rules. [Rima's] tolerant. 

She's incredibly tolerant. Possibly a candidate for sainthood."



[...by actor Alan Rickman (who passed away in Jan. 2016, about his wife of 50 years; Rima.)]



lg

Saturday, December 24, 2016

(A series of










Christmas-y photos...for you.)

merry~blessed~christmas

and

christmas bliss~christmas joy!

to all.


lg :)







Friday, December 16, 2016

Thursday, December 15, 2016

Wednesday, December 14, 2016

My advice:

Sunny side...living. 



"...keep on the sunny side, always on the sunny side
Keep on the sunny side of life
It will help you everyday it will brighten all the way
If you'll keep on the sunny side of life..."






This song (or the chorus) was rattling about 
in my head earlier this week. I had a hard week 
(last week) with some setbacks and some rather huge 
disappointments (complicated, I suppose, by all that we 
have to do over the holidays and the like glaring back at me...) 

(To accompany the song) these are various rather 

sunny, bright photos from the mountains of 
western North Carolina. I even like the blurry one 
with the oddly striped and apricot colored sky... 
Of course, June Carter (Cash) is the perfect 
vessel for this song...
The link is live (below) for you to listen. 

lg
:-)




Tuesday, December 13, 2016

Advice is...




underrated...

What advice...
do you have 
to share?

(Share yours and when you are done I will share...
mine.)

lg!





Monday, December 12, 2016

picayunish with a "P"





Is it too tall?

Is it too fat?

Is it too wide?

I can change (all) that.

A bit to the right?

Eh...a tad to the left?

Shall I move it to the chaise?

How 'bout over on the chair?

Shall I take it down the hall?

Now, over to the tree?

There, across the road...

Wait, I'll move it...you'll see.





Sunday, December 11, 2016

My Favorite...for the holidays...;-)




A Visit from St. Nicholas 
By Clement Clarke Moore

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'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house 
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; 
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, 
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; 
The children were nestled all snug in their beds; 
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; 
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, 
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap, 
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, 
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. 
Away to the window I flew like a flash, 
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. 
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, 
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below, 
When what to my wondering eyes did appear, 
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer, 
With a little old driver so lively and quick, 
I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick. 
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, 
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name: 
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donner and Blitzen
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! 
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!" 
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, 
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky; 
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew 
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too— 
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof 
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. 
As I drew in my head, and was turning around, 
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. 
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, 
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; 
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, 
And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack. 
His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry! 
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! 
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, 
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow; 
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, 
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath; 
He had a broad face and a little round belly 
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly. 
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, 
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself; 
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head 
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread; 
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, 
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, 
And laying his finger aside of his nose, 
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose; 
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, 
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. 
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight— 
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”




Thursday, December 8, 2016

Things to know...

















































about life.

Mountains make...
their own weather.

(So, as best you can, 
you need to prepare yourself...
for the climb.)

lg