Songs of New Adventures

My heart hums a lullaby along with a tufted titmouse 

among the luscious Berries that surround the sanctuary... 

Remembering the Glory days of Summer Romance and the dance... 

We dream in the shade of the weeping willow whose age is unknown...   

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Pat, I too am holding on to memories of my spring and summer. The days are cold, short and the nights are long. We also have the virus hovering and our country is back in full miserable lockdown. Even the birds seem to be more scarce than usual. I am hibernating indoors. Cosy by the fire, drinking plenty of hot tea and biding my time. Thankful more than ever for poetry and the joy that brings. Sending love across the waves.

Chris

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Chris... lovely to know you are Warm and Cozy by the Hearth... Our days are a challenge and we continue to encourage others. 💕 Love and blessings. tenderly, Pat

[TL Boehm]

A lovely poem. I’m a fan of those ageless willows that grace the waterfronts.

[Patricia Wedel]

Tammy dear... I do think of myself to some degree...
to be a Weeping Willow... and I am past a ripe old age. I am well seasoned with kindness by others. I weep mostly for our children who do not have the Security that we fought for in our Country. I do believe in Miracles and the least expected to protect us. There is nothing so constant as change... unless you are talking about love of Nature... but not Nature itself. If we want to keep family photos... why is it that people want to destroy our Statues in our Country. If we are not reminded of how we could have done things better... we might forget we did it wrong before. Just sayin. truly, Pat

[emmajoy]

Good morning, dear Pat. As always you leave such beautiful words to slide side to side and endlessly. Your world seems be such a calm one ~ although we all know differently. We all have to manage and use the best of what there is, ' ..Remembering the Glory days of Summer Romance and the dance..' to keep happy. The natural world is a true gift, isn't it, dear Petal? xx

[Patricia Wedel]

Good morning Emma... lovely to see you before the sun rises in a couple hours. We will have Tea and Oatmeal with fresh Raspberries. We only had a powdered snow on Christmas Day; however we may have more snow before March. The Red Cardinals and their elegant grey brown mates with their pale red caps are always at our feeding Station on the Rail of our deck. We have a clear view from the large Kitchen window. The "mourning doves" are very trusting and also the wee birds with speckles. In the last month large Blue Jays that are quite handsome and debonaire strut their feathers with an Air of musical showmanship. Also in our front yard feeder we have a couple Red-headed Woodpeckers that seem to be knocking some sense into their heads. on the trunks of our Maple trees. All in all it is most entertaining. Yes, it is a true gift... and so are you.
Love and best wishes. Patiently waiting for Spring, Petal x

[emmajoy]

What a wonderful collection of different visitors you have and obviously thoroughly enjoy. Gardens and birds bring so much pleasure, don't they.. perhaps even now when we need colour! Hope you're taking great care. keeping safe.. and Roger is doing well as can possibly be. Will give you an elbow to elbow namasste, dear lady. xx

[Vicki T.]

Beautiful imagery! I love these lines:

"Remembering the Glory days of Summer Romance and the dance...

We dream in the shade of the weeping willow whose age is unknown..."

Thank you for the gentle images.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Vickie... it is a blessing to read your review. Nature provides the berries and the birds sing their Song of Hope, Faith and Charity, but the greatest of these is 💕 Love. Be Brave and listen to the Whippoorwill... tenderly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful poem shared dear Pat. The words danced to perfect ending. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry for love and hope.
Coyote

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John... the Winter red berries encourage us to be strong and weather the Storms... dreaming of Seaside Coves and Seagulls welcome the sequestered pilgrims a Cove of contentment and a tonic of sea breezes to soothe our Soul. Be brave and trust in Goodness and Mercy... tenderly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Pat.

[Einstein Noodle]

oh those magical days of summer and youthful romance .. sighhhhhhhhhh! brief, full blossomed emotive scene .. so easy to place my two love birds in it ... as i sit under the drape of Old Willow Tree ... love and romance and heat are the only things that make me wishful of my youth ;)
E.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Gene... your review is as “wistful”
as a Weeping Willow. The breeze will carry us along as memories become blossoms in the Spring. Our tears will become scented roses to place between pages of love poems. truly, Pat

[Einstein Noodle]

so true Pat ... daffodils start to peek up through the soil this month usually .. Norma and I enjoyed watching for them .. as I am this year with many memories ... love on ya girl! ;)

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Gene... I would find it very difficult to be alone after sharing earthly flowers. I would like to be remembered as a flower... and so it goes. I was very impressed when a Preacher said to Roger's Father (at the "remembrance service" after Roger's Mother passed... the Preached advised to Ed that he consider remaining in their home, because Ed would be comforted to be near all the things the enjoyed together. But Ed chose to do otherwise, and sold most everything and sold the house two years later, and moved to Washington, D.C. to live with an old family friend. Ed died of a broken heart... perhaps if he had stayed in familiar surroundings... it could have a different ending. I read a Greeting Card in a Hallmark Store... it read... "in my Father's House are many Mansions; I hope mine is next to yours.".
If you only had a Christmas Tree Farm... You could stay near her memories. Love and prayers... Pat

[Einstein Noodle]

i think you are a kind and tender person Pat. thank you so much for your sharing ... i won't make any big decisions for at least a year. it is advise that is well known when a major loss has occurred in ones life. As for moving ... i don't think i will do that .. i love it where i am. Moving back up in the frigid North ... i don't think i can do that. ;) its not Miami here in the Ozarks but its better than the SD winters ... hands down. you be well ... keep safe. thanks again for such comforting words and prayers

[Neville]

..... tis the memories and the dreams that make it all fluffy, warm, comfy and bright ........... I just love those last two lines, so I do ......

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Neville... the last line is my favorite... reminds me of the song in the 60's ... "Return to sender... address unknown" and then there is the line, "and when I grow too old to dream... I'll have you to remember". I would never want to age... without a sense of humor. Thank you for leaving your heart beats on my page. gently, Pat

[Neville]

you really are most welcome Pat :)

[Lydia Shutter]

Weeping willow trees provide lovely shade on a summer's day....a place to dream and be taken away from the strife of the pandemic and politics. Your words are lovely, Pat....but they always are! Lydi**

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Lydi... your review is like a Summer day when Weeping Willows sigh and beeping fledglings cry for Mother’s feathers and treats gathered. Gently, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we had a weeping willow in our yard...the neighbor had one, and gave my dad a root to grow.
Our tree grew so big and up over the roof of his garage...the neighbor's tree died...
He was not happy over that, but what a beautiful tree...i never figured out why it cried...
but I wept with it.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Jacob... when my son Robert was about five years old, he was hypnotized by the Weeping Willow tree and loved the beauty ever after. It was the beginning of his tenderness (other than the gentleness I expressed to him). No matter what adult experiences he endured,,, he always thought of the weeping willow. He is now fifty years old... married to a beautiful Navajo woman who is younger and very much an every day American. They have two girls six and eight years old. I am a "bird lover" to their delight. Thank you Jacob for an endearing review.
I love the story of the Root of your neighbor's Weeping Willow. It would be a great Chapter in a Novel. gently, Pat

[Dave Brown]

a good feeling poem
unfortunately, your beautiful reference birds never seem to reach our area
however, along with hordes of blackcap, we have recently been visited by three thrush which have a beautifully haunting call
also just bought another new book by Mike Yipp who highlights all the birds in this area with beautiful photos
They are all a true blessing
take care out there

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Dave... you always give iterating reviews....
that give dignity to Nature. I visited Nova Scotia about 45 years ago, and walked on the Bay of Fundy...the countryside was beautiful. I saw a White Moose by the Lake against the Woods. Canada is quite a Country with each Providence being unique.
Thanks for a charming review. gently, Pat

[Patricia Wedel]

Dave... you always give interesting reviews... Pat

[Dave Brown]

yes we are like a bunch of independant countries all stuck together
you may have seen more of canada than i have

[light and ashes]

Absolutely love this, the brevity of it only adds to the potency of the piece.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Light... you are very kind and generous. It has been a tumultuous time in our Country... and we will need the gentleness of the weeping willow to gather our tears. tenderly, Pat

[light and ashes]

How beautiful....yes...it has been..
You're welcome, Pat.