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Beauty at This Old House

In my last post, I showed you some construction, etc., that is going on in my world. This post, I would like to share with you some of the beauty I have here. You’ll see the reason I decided to buy this place and why I love it so much. I hope you enjoy.

Front of the property.
Back of the property. There is another 1+ acres behind me as well.
Wildflowers from my “Back 40”.
A bunny that I have had the pleasure of seeing on several occasions in my back yard.
A baby tree that I planted in my “Back 40”.

Despite the sheet rock dust and the needed repairs, the beauty of this place is what keeps me motivated to continue with the work here. I hope you’ve enjoyed the photos of my little piece of the world.

Thank you for joining me on this journey. Penny ❤

Posted in Poetry, Stories, Writing

Where the Crawdads Sing-Review

I so love this book, I am sure that it will be a classic read well after I am dead and gone. I’ve been wanting to write about this beautiful book for some time, but wanted to be sure that I had enough time to devote to it. To say that this book is Beautiful, is an understatement. It’s like reading poetry. But the story is so compelling that it pulls you in and carries you along for this achingly deep and gorgeous adventure right away. I was taken aback by the language used. I would gasp out loud and the eloquent way Delia Owens described things in this book. Lines that were so beautifully written, they will leave you in awe.  

This is what Amazon says about this book: 

For years, rumors of the “Marsh Girl” have haunted Barkley Cove, a quiet town on the North Carolina coast. So in late 1969, when handsome Chase Andrews is found dead, the locals immediately suspect Kya Clark, the so-called Marsh Girl. But Kya is not what they say. Sensitive and intelligent, she has survived for years alone in the marsh that she calls home, finding friends in the gulls and lessons in the sand. Then the time comes when she yearns to be touched and loved. When two young men from town become intrigued by her wild beauty, Kya opens herself to a new life–until the unthinkable happens.

Where the Crawdads Sing is at once an exquisite ode to the natural world, a heartbreaking coming-of-age story, and a surprising tale of possible murder. Owens reminds us that we are forever shaped by the children we once were, and that we are all subject to the beautiful and violent secrets that nature keeps. 

Where the Crawdads Sing was written in 2018. I have no idea how I missed this book back then, but I am sure glad that I found it.  I haven’t had a book touch me this deeply or this profoundly in ages, if ever. I could gush on and on about this amazing author and book, but I have a better idea. READ THE BOOK. You will be glad that you did. I found this to be a little slow at first, but once the story got going, I couldn’t stop and finished it quite quickly.  

Enjoy! 

 

Posted in Life

A Visit to Penelope, Texas, that is.

My name is Penny. I’m not a Penelope, as many Penny’s are. No, just Penny. It’s a name that I’ve had a love/hate relationship with over the course of my life. I recently discovered that there is a town in Texas called Penelope. I always felt that Penelope was a more refined version of Penny, so I was drawn to explore this little town. 

Google told me that Penelope has a population of 167 people. During Easter weekend, I was feeling restless and decided that a drive on a beautiful spring day was just what I needed. So my little dog and I jumped into the car and headed out.  

I am so glad that I decided to take this trip. The Bluebonnets were at their absolute most glorious and the Indian Paint Brush was doing its best to compete. 

The town of Penelope itself, doesn’t have much to offer. The tiny post office sits on the main road through town. The only other public buildings that I saw was a school and the Fire Station. I guess with a population of only 167 people there wouldn’t be much need for anything more. The closest gas station or store is 9 miles away.  

The plane in the photo above was sitting in someone’s front yard just before getting to Penelope. 

The photo above was taken just on the outskirts of Penelope. A beautiful view of the Hill Country in Texas on a spring day. 

I’m so glad that I took the time to explore this tiny town. My eyes had a feast of beauty that my soul had been longing for. 

Copyright (C) 2021 Penny Wilson 

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I love you for a thousand years — johncoyote

REBLOG: Please read this Amazing piece from a very talented writer and poet. ❤

A thousand years You came to me in my sweet dreams again andyou were dancing in your white Summer dress by the lake. I watched your beautiful face smiling and you were singing to the afternoon sun. I stood-up and I joined you in the dance of laughter and joy. I whispered to your wanting […]

I love you for a thousand years — johncoyote
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Umpqua River, Boomer Hill-Oregon

At the top of Boomer Hill where the Lodge Pole Pines stand straight & erect, reaching for the sky; this is where my heart is.  It’s among the moss and pine cones scattered on the forest floor.

North Umpqua River

It’s riding the air currents, alongside the bald eagles and hawks as they search for prey.

My heart yearns for the splash and laughter of the Umpqua River as it weaves its way across the valley floor.

Oh, how I miss my Beloved Oregon!!

Don’t get me wrong.  I love my life!  I have many, many blessings!  But sometimes my heart just aches to be among this beauty.  I’ve lived from coast to coast in this Great Big U.S. of A. and much of it is beautiful.  But I’ve never lived anywhere more beautiful than Southwest Oregon.

Where is the most beautiful place you’ve ever lived?

REBLOG: Don’t mis this beautiful piece from Heart String Eulogies. ❤

“And maybe I’ll remember the good moments. The ones spent by your side.” And maybe, after all is said and done, I’ll finally reach the end. The end of this war. This lifetime of fighting for my own right to breathe. To push forward, no matter how hopeless my circumstances. And maybe, the day will […]

via By Your Side — Heartstring Eulogies

By Your Side — Heartstring Eulogies