Sunday, June 26, 2016

Pearl S. Buck -- Pluck the Flowers

[Woman's Home Companion, June 1956
photograph by Elliott Erwitt]

Pearl S. Buck

Born June 26, 1892

First American woman to win the Nobel Prize
for literature, 1938.

"The old deep sadness of life lay in the bottom of
her heart and she knew it was there,
but she would not allow herself to sink into it.

Out of the dark and sullen bottom of a lake
the lotus flowers bloomed upon its surface,
and she would pluck the flowers."

Happy Birthday to one of my favorite authors!

Isn't hers a magnificent face?

Saturday, February 20, 2016

Like An Ophelia Rose

[image from Pinterest]

"His beard was most beautifully combed
and he had a complexion
like an Ophelia rose."

from China Court by Rumer Godden

Friday, January 29, 2016

"In Schrafft's"

                                  "Having finished the Blue-plate Special
                                And reached the coffee stage,
                                Stirring her cup she sat,
                                A somewhat shapeless figure
                                Of indeterminate age
                                In an undistinguished hat."

                                               W. H. Auden

Saturday, January 23, 2016

I'll Take These

I'll take a chandelier like this...

Track lighting like this...

Colors of the year like these...

A foyer like this...

Camouflage like this...

Chair cushions like this...

A statement necklace like this...

And three sisters to paint the town with
when I'm all dressed up...

Saturday, December 26, 2015

Does It Matter?

"I have always had an aversion to the
concept of in style and out of style."
Rose Tarlow

In style...
Out of style...
No style...
Personal style...

What a tightrope we sometimes walk when we blog,
exposing ourselves to possible judgement,
even that of our own, which can be the worst of all.

Why do we do that?

Monday, July 20, 2015

A Very Belated Notice

Dear friends,
I never thought I would put another post up 
here at Across the Way.

It amazes me that so many are still visiting here.

Some of you are dear friends who reread old posts here--
that thrills me!

And some come who are new to me--Welcome!

And for those of you who might not know that I'm
blogging now at Dewena's Window,
I hope you'll visit me there too.

For the first 11 months at Dewena's Window,
I didn't open comments.
It was an experiment in balance;
we all struggle with that, don't we?

So, to those of you who visit here,
please continue to anytime!

But I'd love to see you at Dewena's Window too!

And who knows, now that I've dipped my toes
back in the water here at dear old Across the Way,
perhaps it will call my name again.

Friday, December 27, 2013

Goodbye, My Friends

Life is filled with gifts. Each morning there are new gifts if we have eyes to see,
 a heart to receive them.

I want to go to bed each night recognizing the gifts of that day. 

And look forward to the next morning with all the hope of a small child 
who knows that the next day is Christmas Day…
and isn't it going to be glorious!

Oddly enough, to those of my readers who remember that I've struggled with insomnia,
the coming of these two precious dachshunds, Otis & Milo, to our home
has meant that my insomnia has gone away. Maybe it has something to do with the fact
 that they get me up about 6:30 and are ready for bed by 9:30, and expect me to be too!

I have found myself wanting more. More time to be with them and family, more time to appreciate the gifts of each day.

I want more time for my house, more time for sister emails. I have three younger sisters who have become more precious to me with each year. 
Our children and grandchildren 
all have their own very busy lives so I'm not expecting more time with them,
only that the time I do see them be free of distractions of a blog needing tending.

We have a family business where I'm supposed to be the secretary.
It's a wonder they haven't fired me lately, the way I've neglected it.

And blogging is work, if done in the spirit of being a loyal blog friend.
I hope that most of you will think that I have been a good blog friend.

I have met the nicest people in the world in blogging. 
You deserve fellow bloggers who will visit and comment.
Anything less is discouraging.

Some of you might not realize that I turned 70 this year.
I'm slowing down some. Everything takes longer than it used to.

And there is still so much I want to do and I feel the urgency of time growing shorter.

Many people search a lifetime to find out who they are,
what they want to be and do.

I believe that was me before I started blogging.
Blogging has helped me to better know who I am,
what I want to be and do,
how I want to spend the rest of the precious time allotted me.

I don't want to leave important things undone.

Many of you know of my love of Beverley Nichols' books.
Some of you share in my love of them.

Mr. Nichols wrote that "one goes through life, like that,
leaving books unread,
music unheard, pictures unseen.'

He continued optimistically: "and though it is very reprehensible,
in some ways is comforting to think that there
are so many lovely things yet to be learned."

So there you are, in a nutshell my dear friends,
the real reason I am leaving blogging.

There are so many lovely things yet to be learned!
There are books I want to read,
not to mention books begun that I want to finish writing.

There are recipes galore I want to cook without a thought entering my head 
of trying to photograph them for the blog!

There are floors to be cleaned
and walks to be taken with the dogs,
squirrels to watch scamper away into the trees in this valley we call home.

Christmas and other holidays to be celebrated with days going by 
when I don't even turn on my computer.

And so I tell you goodbye while I leave to have more time to look for the blessings
and mercies that are fresh every morning,
the ones that Thomas Chisolm wrote of in his great hymn, and my favorite,
"Great Is Thy Faithfulness," from the verses in Lamentations 3:22-23.

"Morning by morning new mercies I see.
All I have needed Thy hand hath provided;
Great is thy faithfulness, Lord unto me!"

R.H. and I will leave our blog up. It is a record of our family history in some ways and 
I hope that it has meant something to them.
Who knows if there might be something more we want to contribute someday.
And you may see me on Pinterest occasionally, where these leftover Christmas decoration 
pictures will go! Pinterest, my guilty pleasure.

I wish each one of you the very best and thank you so much for having made this blogger 
so welcome among you. 

I leave you with one last quote that is taped inside my medicine cabinet, for what would 
Across the Way be without an ending quote for you!

"It is very dangerous to go into eternity with possibilities which one has oneself
prevented from becoming realities. 
A possibility is a hint from God. 
One must follow it.
If God does not wish it, then let him prevent it,
but one must not hinder oneself."