Depth

I must be a mermaid;
I have no fear of depth
And a great fear of shallow living – Anais Nin

20150130-203213-73933885.jpg This photo was taken a few years ago in Venice, while on a family holiday. “sigh…”
Weekly Photo Challenge – Depth

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Water the Garden; Love

Write down the first words that come to mind when you hear the words rain, home, soil ….. and use those words in your title…(just a little explanation – Daily Prompt)

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Rain??!  Okay, okay….I know we need it; we need lots of good, clean water to sustain us.  And I know that lots of places in the world are hungry for it.  I’ve been to Australia – land of the Big Dry – and I’ve experienced the difficulties of rationing water.  And I don’t enjoy it.

But, enough already!  We have had so much rain in the past few months. Last summer I didn’t water the garden once – not once! Why?  Because we had enough rain.  It feels like it rained all fall. Today,  after all the excitement and preparation and anticipation of a good, old-fashioned blizzard, what did we get?  Freezing rain!!!   Now, I don’t like to seem ungrateful, after all we are on a well here….and, you know what they say: “at least you don’t have to shovel it”.  But you can’t build snowmen with it either …. just saying.

To me, rain is water. Beautiful, garden-watering, well-filling, life-sustaining water.

IMG_2313 Soil.  I grow as much of our food as my garden and climate will allow.  Here are some garlic cloves being tucked into my garden last fall and hey will be the first green sprouts up in the spring.  This warm soil is full of nutrients and life.  When you say soil,  I think: garden.

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I love my Home. I love the house with the furnishings (some acquired over time, as a result of hard work and some inherited) and I am passionate about the property with the gardens.  I am rooted to the land, the landscape and the community.  This is where my family is.  My home represents love.

It is a good thing I like it here so much.  Because today I was here all alone with the winds lashing the windows with all that freezing rain. (No one to play board games with on this snow day) But I am grateful to be sheltered and warm and nourished with a bowl of Ginger Carrot Soup, pulled from the freezer, made from these vegetables from my garden, my home where we have enough.  Enough water.

Go Fetch Me a Pint

 

Wishing you a Happy Burns Night…..

And dish them out their bill o’ fare,

Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies;
But, if ye wish her gratefu’ prayer
Gie her a haggis! – Address to the Haggis, Robbie Burns

Re-Blogged from the delightful and alway entertaining Peak Perspective

 

Peak Perspective

There is nothing more attractive to me than a big, burly Scotsman dressed in a kilt.

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Scratch that.

There is nothing more attractive to me than a big, burly Scotsman dressed in a kilt and holding a glass of single malt scotch.

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Oops. One more go at this.

There is nothing more attractive to me than a big, burly Scotsman dressed in a kilt, holding a glass of single malt scotch and offering it to ME.

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BINGO.

And the great thing about January 25th is that my chances of seeing this attractive vision unfold increases monumentally all because of one charming fellow.

Who happens to be dead.

Nonetheless, Robert Burns is still remembered, admired and hailed around the world. His birthday is celebrated in ways that likely have him wishing he could be there and glad that he is not. It all depends upon what party you end…

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