My One and Only

In everyone’s life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit.  ~ Albert Schweitzer

Nearly twenty years ago, I met my person. He came into my life at a time my “inner fire” had gone out, at a time I didn’t think I would ever be truly happy again. He gave me back my smile, made me believe in myself, and has been my best friend ever since.

Sixteen years ago today, I married him.


Thank you, Paul,  for everything you do for me, everything you mean to me, and everything you are. I love you. Happy Anniversary to the man who rekindled my inner spirit and will always be the love of my life.

Do you have a special person in your life you are grateful for?

* Friday Bouquet will return next week

Fifteen Years Ago Today ♥


“Love is like a friendship caught on fire.” -Jeremy Taylor

“Love must be as much a light, as it is a flame.” -Henry David Thoreau

Soul Mates

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Calm, while an ice storm rages
Inspired by the waves tossing by our door
What to wish for, only more of long cold nights by the sea
What to ask for, I don’t know, when I have all I need
Imperfect beauty
Hides between the lines and pages

Warm, with the cold wind blowing
Safe in the shelter of arms I adore
Let us be, so that this January is never-ending
Set us free where there’s no defending
Our perfect freedom
Infinite, yet ever growing


Hard-workin’ Man

My husband, who works at home, usually tries to take the weekend off to get some much-deserved rest to recharge his batteries.  So Saturday morning he put his drafting and design work aside, and got outdoors.

First, he cleaned out the shed, put aside some renovation debris, and straightened up some of the things we have stored out there. Then, using the wheelbarrow, he moved said debris out on the point near the water’s edge, requiring several trips, and built a huge bonfire.

After the fire died down, my sweetie then built a little step-ramp to the shed door for wheeling out the barbecue and lawnmower.  When that was finished, he tuned up the lawnmower and proceeded to cut the grass on our property.  All of this relaxation had worked up his appetite, so he came inside and made himself a sandwich.  But hey, that grass wasn’t done yet, so out he went again to finish up.

When the lawn was done, my husband took out our zero gravity chairs and set them up on the deck.  Then he wheeled out the barbecue and put that on the deck.  Because it hadn’t been used since last fall, he had to clean off the grill.  Perfect!  We would have our burgers barbecued tonight, I thought, my mouth watering.  So my honey made our delicious dinner.

And that was Saturday.

This morning, my husband made his specialty scrambled eggs for the two of us, the ideal fuel for his second day of leisure.  Time to get to it!  First, he took out the recyclables, fed and watered the cats, and changed the kitty litter.  Then he went upstairs and put up some wood trim around our shower.

Well, that was all he needed to do around the house, for now.  So he went back to his office this afternoon, not to do drafting, but to put some time in on his favorite hobby, his pen and ink art.
It’s always nice to see my husband enjoying a weekend off.   ♥

this morning…

eyes open wide at sunrise,

i’m pondering a metaphor

for love

to paint a poem of words

of the two of us in couplet

yet apart

today between the lines

you will teach chess to

the school children

today among minutiae

i will savour our


let this stanza of our lives

speak to beauty in its rhythm

and its rhyme

let passion write the verse

twin souls in gentle tandem

through the hours

tonight, reverie abandoned

i’ll bathe in quiet


tonight, your page bookmarked

you’ll read me as i want

to be

you whisper my name jennifer

i think i’ve found the metaphor

in you