Gorgeous! There's a tree down the road that we pass every day on the way to nursery - it's a maple but it must be a particular species because unlike most other maples around it's a blazing red and gold and unlike most Acers, toweringly enormous!
Such beautiful, poetic words, like Mother Nature's paintbrush.
Thanks for visiting my blog. Things are going well with my mom...she doesn't cook any more, Shaista - only makes do with t.v. dinners which is why I try to make special meals during my time with her.
For most of my childhood, until I went away to nursing school myself, she was an office nurse for a wonderful general practitioner in Columbus who took care primarily of poor patients, taking pay in what they had - crops such as corn, beans, tomatoes, etc, and making house calls out in the country up to fifty miles away. I grew up, accompanying him, and helping out in the office, often working when my mom was on vacation. He was the one who inspired me to become a nurse...along with my mom, of course. I worked in psychiatry and the O. R. until the last 21 years, when I became a forensic nurse, doing adult and child sexual assault cases. I was one of the founding members of the International Assn of Forensic Nurses which helped our specialty gain official recognition as a nursing specialty.
Such beautiful, poetic words, like Mother Nature's paintbrush.
Thanks for visiting my blog. Things are going well with my mom...she doesn't cook any more, Shaista - only makes do with t.v. dinners which is why I try to make special meals during my time with her.
For most of my childhood, until I went away to nursing school myself, she was an office nurse for a wonderful general practitioner in Columbus who took care primarily of poor patients, taking pay in what they had - crops such as corn, beans, tomatoes, etc, and making house calls out in the country up to fifty miles away. I grew up, accompanying him, and helping out in the office, often working when my mom was on vacation. He was the one who inspired me to become a nurse...along with my mom, of course. I worked in psychiatry and the O. R. until the last 21 years, when I became a forensic nurse, doing adult and child sexual assault cases. I was one of the founding members of the International Assn of Forensic Nurses which helped our specialty gain official recognition as a nursing specialty.
Dearest friend, I love our quiet chats. What a cool freind, 94 and a new computer. Oh wow, her life will change!
Was honored beyond good words by a message from your Mother. Even across the ocean and a continent I can hear her heart beat for you. Moved me to work on a new painting.
'Love letters
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That's one the most beautiful descriptions of autumn I've ever come across.
Greetings from London.
what lovely, thought provoking words...
ReplyDeleteI agree,
ReplyDeleteA Cuban in London has already said it before,
touches the heart, your poetic autumn song.
Thank you!
And I thought love letters in orange and gold were old and worn out letters...I must be so detached!
ReplyDeleteI agree with Cuban in London, "love letter in orange and gold" is magnificent...
ReplyDeletemuch love
Beautiful fall love letters, Shaista !
ReplyDeleteNow, you do have to try those roasted chestnuts :) Thank you for your lovely comment.
Also I'm wondering...how are you liking Shaffer's book? I am rather inclined to read it.
Did you ever read the Elegance of the Hedgehog by Muriel Barbery? I truly enjoyed it.
Transatlantic salutations!
Isabel
you free yourself in your beautiful observations
ReplyDeleteGorgeous! There's a tree down the road that we pass every day on the way to nursery - it's a maple but it must be a particular species because unlike most other maples around it's a blazing red and gold and unlike most Acers, toweringly enormous!
ReplyDeleteWill try to take a picture for you one day!
Such beautiful, poetic words, like Mother Nature's paintbrush.
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting my blog. Things are going well with my mom...she doesn't cook any more, Shaista - only makes do with t.v. dinners which is why I try to make special meals during my time with her.
For most of my childhood, until I went away to nursing school myself, she was an office nurse for a wonderful general practitioner in Columbus who took care primarily of poor patients, taking pay in what they had - crops such as corn, beans, tomatoes, etc, and making house calls out in the country up to fifty miles away. I grew up, accompanying him, and helping out in the office, often working when my mom was on vacation. He was the one who inspired me to become a nurse...along with my mom, of course. I worked in psychiatry and the O. R. until the last 21 years, when I became a forensic nurse, doing adult and child sexual assault cases. I was one of the founding members of the International Assn of Forensic Nurses which helped our specialty gain official recognition as a nursing specialty.
Such beautiful, poetic words, like Mother Nature's paintbrush.
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting my blog. Things are going well with my mom...she doesn't cook any more, Shaista - only makes do with t.v. dinners which is why I try to make special meals during my time with her.
For most of my childhood, until I went away to nursing school myself, she was an office nurse for a wonderful general practitioner in Columbus who took care primarily of poor patients, taking pay in what they had - crops such as corn, beans, tomatoes, etc, and making house calls out in the country up to fifty miles away. I grew up, accompanying him, and helping out in the office, often working when my mom was on vacation. He was the one who inspired me to become a nurse...along with my mom, of course. I worked in psychiatry and the O. R. until the last 21 years, when I became a forensic nurse, doing adult and child sexual assault cases. I was one of the founding members of the International Assn of Forensic Nurses which helped our specialty gain official recognition as a nursing specialty.
Lovely!
ReplyDeleteDearest friend,
ReplyDeleteI love our quiet chats.
What a cool freind, 94 and a new computer. Oh wow, her life will change!
Was honored beyond good words by a message from your Mother. Even across the ocean and a continent I can hear her heart beat for you. Moved me to work on a new painting.
You and you framily are inspiring.
Keep that poetry coming. I love on it.
Beautiful description of a love lost, "in a garden I knew before." This is how this speaks to me. So lovely :)
ReplyDeleteThank You!
Beautiful Shiasta.
ReplyDeleteLove Renee xoxo