Welcome friends...thanks for coming by. We're seeking beauty in all of creation... in our faith and our families; our art and our music; our crafts and kitchens, and even in our own backyard. We'll share a poem or a recipe, a picture or a memory; maybe a dream of how we wish our life could be. And though we acknowledge that the world can be harsh, we're keeping it pleasant in our little corner; endeavoring to keep the words from the Book of all Books: ...Whatsoever things are lovely; think on these things.

I so enjoy hearing from you...so leave me a comment; it'll make my day!

Photo: Bee and thistle: Taken high in the Cascade Mountains where there is a bee buzzing on every thistle. by Debora Rorvig

Sunday, February 2, 2014

"Seattle" by Ana Byers

Introducing an original poem by Ana P. Byers
Ana is 10 years old and recently moved to Seattle from Portland, Oregon.
This gifted young writer just happens to be my grand-daughter!
by Ana Byers
lights flashing
horns honking
phones being used
TV's blaring
restaurants overflowing
ferry horns' blast
balls fly through the air,
fans cheering "Go Mariners"
concerts by night
radio music by day
cover your ears or join the music
Seattle may be loud
but it has meaning.

Twelveth Man

No self-respecting Washingtonian could let this day go by without saying SCREAMING two words....

Amy Woodward, a talented photographer friend; took this photo yesterday at our school. That is 500 elementary students screaming GO SEAHAWKS. This Superbowl run by our Hawks has fired up the entire state!

(I'm the one in the back row...LOL!)


Saturday, February 1, 2014

Three blackbirds--and a personal note

Three Blackbirds
daybreak's dewy fog
three blackbirds perch on pine--still
waiting for the sun.
Good morning friends! I've been absent lately.
 I feel guilty about it, like a student coming into class late with a tardy slip with the whole class watching.
 I know it's not really like that.
You all know what it's like.
We all have busy lives and get caught up with other things--and rightly so. My 'other thing' is my novel. It's taken on a life of it's own; demanding much of my time and imagination. I feel like a young mother. Totally in love with this child and yet--wondering when and where does her normal life return?
We older women know the answer.
The normal life never returns.
I suspect this is true for the novelist. I'm thinking I'll probably have to change my format here on Whatsoever Things are Lovely. Maybe add the phrase..."and Brief."
 So I wrote you this haiku...17 syllables long.
It came from an early morning walk I took with Baron the other day.
Please know that I'm still here...reading your blogs; sometimes commenting, sometimes not; but always savoring what feels like 'stolen moments' as I continue to nurse my novel to life.


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