Linking to The Weekly Photo Challenge. Passing through the last months of the year. Watching the few remaining leaves as they turn yellow and fall. In the backyard at dusk. At Faneuil Hall with the cousins.

A place for reflection and introspection, communication and thoughtful conversation. Tuesday, 10 April 2018. Welcome to the Travel Tuesday meme! Join me every Tuesday and showcase your creativity in photography, painting and drawing, music, poetry, creative writing or a plain old natter about Travel. This post is part of the Our World Tuesday meme.

The Course of Our Seasons. Well, hi there, Dear Reader. But lots of things have happened since the middle of May, so lets do a little catching up. So I was without a computer for a bit. Then, I quit my job. So I chose instead to stay at home with my Mom. As you may or may not know, she has been under hospice care s.

Poetry is a view inside offered to the world. Poems and photos by Peggy Goetz. Thursday, May 21, 2015. Summer, Paso Robles, California, 2011. Summer is not my favorite time of year. It meant more work at home, complicated. Schedules, rushing to events. Heat, usually not unbearable, but when it is. I wilt, no AC here. To be considered when making plans,.

Wednesday, August 12, 2015. As light turns softer, fuzzier. Elements of awareness interspersed with nature. Come crashing with a click of luck. It leads me, I follow. I search for things that I have lost. The ball of Gold bares its 180-degrees view. And fires my eyes hacks me,. Tethers me to the surrounding garden. I breathe slowly, absorbing the grandeur. All I hear is the soothing sound of water. Gushing, falling lavishly in swirls. Green scent of coolness, freshness.

Though obstacles stand in between.

I was changed by the journeys. The long, long hours in the car with my dearest boys and my love. The anticipation, the excitement of a 5 year old, the acceptance and protests of a 2 year old. The solidarity and comfort of being us, adventuring together. I was changed by the cornfields surrounding us. By the daily walks to the beach or the farm shop with the wheat whisperin.

Tuesday, July 21, 2015. Storyteller, teacher, creatrix. You may not duplicate or publish anything from this site.