I don't know where we'll be going or what we'll do when we get there.
You put on your bib and tucker - I'll wear a flower in my hair.
See the sunlight on the water.
Feel the sand beneath your feet.
Hear the laughter and the music?
Feel the breeze upon your face.
There is magic where we're going
...
At dawn, where vines climb wind-swept trees,
A cry is borne on salty breeze.
The sound of wings fills the air.
I look for gulls, but none are there.
They’ve flown at light of day.
At noon, the sun has risen high.
I hear the seagulls’ ruckus cry,
While standing on the briny sand
where sea birds cry out...
Stop and think.
When you get in your car, do you turn on the radio before you start the engine?
When you are home, is your TV on even when you are not in the room?
I remember my mother singing as she did housework. Filling the void.
And then there was Benson. He was a lo...
We’ll chat and share a pot of tea.
There’s coffee, if you prefer,
Either one is fine with me.
We have so much to talk about
when we sit around the table.
As with cabbages and kings,
some is fact and some is fable.
“Do you remember?” “I don’t recall.”
“It ...
While the partridge still roots in the pear tree and the yule log continues to glow,
our thoughts turn to the new year and our plans begin to grow.
Always proceed with caution and heed wise words you have heard.
Don't be lulled by the warmth of the yule log fire or the cooing of the bi...