tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101338649526821749.post3434203923147691842..comments2023-06-16T07:56:32.032-07:00Comments on clay & perimmons: Clay myths and ceramic stories, pt. 2Charlene Doiron Reinharthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06645689953689581574noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101338649526821749.post-74381918437032071672014-07-23T12:49:21.006-07:002014-07-23T12:49:21.006-07:00"Hope is the thing with feathers
That perch..."Hope is the thing with feathers <br />That perches in the soul, <br />And sings the tune without the words, <br />And never stops at all, <br /> <br />And sweetest in the gale is heard; <br />And sore must be the storm <br />That could abash the little bird <br />That kept so many warm. <br /> <br />I’ve heard it in the chillest land, <br />And on the strangest sea; <br />Yet, never, in extremity, <br />It asked a crumb of me."<br />~Emily Dickerson<br /><br />there remains such beauty in the world and truly caring people---I can't help but feel that "joy cometh in the morning" if we struggle through the blindness of the night.Charlene Doiron Reinharthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06645689953689581574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101338649526821749.post-16792614571747846912014-07-21T18:25:06.322-07:002014-07-21T18:25:06.322-07:00Next year will be better as the beneficial Bs will...Next year will be better as the beneficial Bs will pass the word! You have such a lovely garden, Judy!Charlene Doiron Reinharthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06645689953689581574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101338649526821749.post-88809138698229140092014-07-21T08:17:50.090-07:002014-07-21T08:17:50.090-07:00Charlene, the myths that unfold from your own hear...Charlene, the myths that unfold from your own heart and soul speak of days long ago, where the lines between the worlds were blurred, and fantasy was reality.<br />I awaited part 2 eagerly before I commented. To see what further delights you had to share.<br /><br />And, you never, ever disappoint.<br /><br />'Blackbird' is my all time favourite Lennon and McCartney song. I sing it to myself often.<br /><br />The blackbird's song is so very sweet. But, I also have noticed their visits are fewer each spring and summer.<br /><br />There is so much deep sadness in the natural world today, as man continues a brutal onslaught in every realm of the animal kingdom.<br /><br /><br />Vickihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16023748614942747415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101338649526821749.post-69557045339121151682014-07-20T09:32:44.864-07:002014-07-20T09:32:44.864-07:00Good to hear. I know I have lots of bees, butterfl...Good to hear. I know I have lots of bees, butterflies and hummingbirds in my organic garden. I've filled it with native pollinators as well as veggies. I have my share of PESTS too though. Still getting lots of food thankfully.Judy Shrevehttp://www.mountainhousestudios.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101338649526821749.post-39183948796393018922014-07-19T11:46:31.125-07:002014-07-19T11:46:31.125-07:00Sad indeed---but there is hope---those organic far...Sad indeed---but there is hope---those organic farms have proved that they are able to co-exist and partner with the wildlife around them. Even provide a sort of sanctuary. Charlene Doiron Reinharthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06645689953689581574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101338649526821749.post-89325370307579594742014-07-18T08:00:59.112-07:002014-07-18T08:00:59.112-07:00Love Cairn - but hate hearing about the red-winged...Love Cairn - but hate hearing about the red-winged blackbirds. Hate that we are killing off our wildlife. Ultimately hurting nature is just hurting ourselves. Makes me sad.Judy Shrevehttp://www.mountainhousestudios.comnoreply@blogger.com