I'd almost forgotten that daffodils were my Mom's favorite flower.
She'd be 100 this year,
if she had survived her difficult challenges -
impending divorce, depression, alcoholism.
Back in the 70's it was all behind closed doors.
I'll never know her as a wise old woman,
but as a woman,
who loved the ocean,
and her home.
I'd almost forgotten about the daffodils,
For my mom, Nancy T. Quinn, born April 12, 1918.
The daffodils are from my recent trip to the mountains in North Carolina, and yes, it snowed! And the daffodils bounced back by the afternoon! © Laine Quinn 2018.
and look at the trees.
What are they whispering to each other
and now they are laughing!
How many years have they stood
side by side
chattering in the wind
and silent in the calm air?
How many years?
How many stories in all that time?
Spanish Moss dancing in the wind on Hontoon Island, ©2007.
"Are they coming?"
"Yes, I see them now."
"You look good."
"You're a sight for sore eyes too!"
"It's funny, you and me. I never imagined that I'd fall in love with...well, you!"
"Yeah, it is funny. You're not changing your mind are you?"
"No, even if I could, I couldn't change my heart. I've never felt this good before,
and I wouldn't go back for anything, you know that."
"Me too. You are the bees knees and I just love being with you.
Look at this beautiful day!"
"Isn't it glorious?"
"Better than I ever imagined it would be."
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!
A blast from the past! From 2/15/2012.
Happy New Year, and Welcome 2018!
(And so long 2017, and Good Bye!)
Leaving a difficult year and venturing into the unknown new one.
Learning to balance the bad news and sorrows with the joy and love that is all around.
Thanks to all for the Joy and Love that is all around!
Sunrise, Crescent Beach, December 26, 2017.
That's the word that seems to be missing from the conversation
about harassment and abuse.
That powerful men abuse their power is nothing new.
That we objectify beauty is as old as time
and isn't going away!
But throw in respect and that beauty is recognized as other,
as another person,
It creates a healthy boundary, something that eluded my generation,
as we were taught to be nice to people
no matter how they treated us.
Teach children to respect themselves and others,
and there will be a systemic change,
a change that has already begun.
It's all good.
Now that we are sticking together.
Cummer Gardens Statue, Jacksonville, Florida.
Every day the sun rises,
whether we see it or not,
the rotation of the earth allows for one sunrise and one sunset a day.
On the International Space Station the sun rises and sets about 15 times a day!
It's a shift in perspective,
a way different point of view!
St. Augustine Beach sunrise, last month, 2017.
The thing about evacuating ahead of a powerful, deadly storm, that may or may not be a direct hit on your world, is that you say
"goodbye" to your life, your things and your home,
not knowing what you will find when you return.
Here in St. Augustine, most of us have been lucky -
loss of power means everything in the refrigerator and freezer must be thrown away.
Tons of debris from the trees and the mighty winds that must be cleaned up.
Days of work lost.
Lucky to be sure.
Some have lost all.
It puts things into perspective, though, saying goodbye to your physical world.
You know first hand what is really important in your world,
and it can be summed up in one word-
We are lucky, those of us who can feel the love,
Crescent Beach, not a Hurricane! July 11, 2017.
A Beautiful sunny holiday.
Lots of families out to enjoy the beach,
playing, fishing, reading in the sun.
An overheard conversation about Hurricane Harvey -
on people's minds -
and another Hurricane barrelling toward the islands.
But life must go on, if we are to make sense of any of it.
Compassion and worry are alive, but so are joy and happiness.
Enjoy the moments!
Labor Day, Porpoise Point, St. Augustine, Florida, 2017
In between the sky and the sea.
Rain clouds closing in from the south and the north.
Whenever a boat takes to the water,
there is a story to tell.
Storms, sea creatures,
and the one that got away.
There is always a story!
Crescent Beach, storms brushing by and a shrimp boat minding it's own business. 7.10.2017.
I thought this might be the flower of the eggplant, because of the color,
but it turned out to be a Pipe Vine,
which is host to a certain caterpillar,
which turns into a beautiful
I will let you know if we get the butterflies!
After last night's rain, the larger caterpillars are missing in action.
But there are still some little ones.