Let me flow through your fingers like water Let me quench your thirst I want to nourish your body and your soul I want to satiate your dreams and desires You are my all I wish to be yours Copyright (C) 2023 Penny Wilson All Rights Reserved
A Bit of Spring in January
I did a post sometime back about my favorite place to sit and write in my house. The photos here were taken in that room. The photo above is a recent picture of one of the Coleus starts that I took from my plants in the yard just before the weather got too cold for them.
I’ve mentioned before that this room is a favorite of mine because of the beautiful light that it gets. Apparently, my plants agree with me!
You would think that it’s Spring instead of the middle of winter, in January, from the way my plants are acting.
These starts are in water right now, but will be planted into pots with soil and transferred back out to my yard in the spring.
When my plants are happy, it makes me very happy. What a gift these beauties have given me!
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Copyright (C) 2023 Penny Wilson All Rights Reserved
From My Writing Desk
I’m sitting in my favorite room of the house, at my favorite spot, my writing desk. Well, my dining room table, actually.
Today is gray and cloudy and it has been raining here for several days. But when I sit here and look out the window, I don’t care what the weather is. I always have a beautiful view.
This room was deemed my favorite room the first time that I walked into this house and that opinion has not changed. The most amazing morning light graces these walls. That is, on the days that it’s sunny.
This room has a way of energizing me and relaxing me at the same time. I feel calm, yet I’m excited to sit down at keyboard and begin creating.
Creating. That’s a good word for it.
Tell me, do you have a favorite spot to write, to be creative? What is it about this spot that is special to you?
Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson
My Body Has Betrayed Me!
At what point did my body start betraying me?
I used to be able to party until dawn, get home just in time to shower, change my clothes and go to work. Yeah, I’d be hung over as hell, but I could do it!
Now, I wouldn’t dream of doing such a thing!
I get pissy if someone wants to have a “late” meeting or dinner, say, 8 or 9pm? I’d think, “What the hell? I’m on my way to a bubble bath and my comfy jammies by then!”
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.
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 ❤
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.
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
Under the Willow
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
New fallen snow creates a hush a silence an intake of breath on the precipice anticipation a new beginning unsoiled
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