Stand By Me..

When the night has come
And the land is dark
And the moon is the only light we see
No I won't be afraid
No I won't be afraid
Just as long as you stand, stand by me

And darling, darling stand by me
Oh, now, now, stand by me
Stand by me, stand by me

If the sky that we look upon
Should tumble and fall
And the mountain should crumble to the sea
I won't cry, I won't cry
No I won't shed a tear
Just as long as you stand, stand by me

And darling, darling stand by me
Oh, stand by me
Stand by me, stand by me, stand by me

Whenever you're in trouble won't you stand by me
Oh, now, now, stand by me
Oh, stand by me, stand by me, stand by me

Darling, darling stand by me
Stand by me
Oh stand by me, stand by me, stand by me

Outside my door...(click on it to enlarge)

I've posted more than one photo looking out this front door of mine. Some were of the snows and of the ice that had crashed down onto the porch. Somewhere in this blog it showed the snow drifted so high in front of this door that there was no way in, or out. Some were of the green fullness of summer days or the brilliance of spring blossoming and now, the colors that seem to knock gently making me hurry each morning to open the shades and let them all flood into the room. This picture, taken last week, actually was to show that snow was blowing around. The snow did not come out in the picture, but still, the picture held it's own beauty, if only to me.

Soon to be gone, but then, another picture will be waiting to be captured.

When I Am Old...

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me,
And I shall spend my pensionon brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals,and say we've no money for butter.

I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired,
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells,
And run my stick along the public railings,
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.

I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people's gardens,
And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat,
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go,
Or only bread and pickle for a week,
And hoard pens and pencils and beer mats
and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry,
And pay our rent and not swear in the street,
And set a good example for the children.
We will have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me
are not too shocked and surprised,
When suddenly I am old
and start to wear purple!

Autumn - 2009 (October 23, 2009)

Its hard to believe that Autumn, my most loved time of year, is nearing its end. It always goes too fast. I do try to capture every moment possible from the very beginning of watching the summer leaves begin to hint at changing colors. I don't want to miss a thing. The night's air feels like October, with its sometimes warm breeze. Like last night, in the 60's, and walking the outside mall with Tammy and Noah, was so refreshing.

October has some special dates; my birthday, my sister's birthday and anniversary. Its great time of year to get out and do things. Take a ride up into the mountains for sightseeing or along the coast. We tried something fun and went "Letterboxing" this month with. An enjoyable family outing, that didn't cost a thing. We're hoping to go again soon, maybe even this Sunday.

The smell of wood stoves burning is in the air and the sound of chain saws buzzing away, as we all get ready for the winter months ahead, can be heard in the not too far distance. The seemingly endless raking of fallen leaves begins to finally near its end as the last of the leaves fall from the trees; all signs of whats to come. Though last weekend we had even more of a sign, when from out of no where the wind picked up and blew, wet, white snow around for near a hour. It didn't stick to the still too warm ground here but in some places I hear that it did accumulating to a few inches. I snapped a few pictures quickly but the snow didn't come out; the lawns still much too green. There are always those autumn rain and wind storms that come along, finishing off the season for us.

I remember looking out the window one late fall, into the bleakness between seasons. The leaves gone; branches brown and thin didn't allow for the full privacy of the summer's growth. The sky was grey and the day just seemed one of those raw, blah type of days. The sun was setting early, as the darkness comes in the late afternoon, and I snapped my camera out the sliding door, taking a picture of filtered sun that shone through the trees. As grey as the day was and as blah as it appeared, that picture I framed. I still have it framed and hanging on the wall in my office with a little poem under it. That "blah" looking day of nothing but bareness, with color gone and the sky grey and the raw dampness in the air turned out to be a lesson learned in what might only "appear" as nothing special. Instead, I found a new kind of beauty. So, beneath the picture, I wrote a little poem of my lesson learned and felt. From my own eyes and heart..... Look beyond those first thoughts......I found much beauty in that bleak day....... and posted this near the beginning of this blog....

"Beauty In Seasons"

Beauty in Season
I closed my eyes
And you were gone
Blossoms like fireworks,
Their brilliance bursting…
Blue skies and star filled nights
Yet what I found…You’ve not gone,
Your beauty is in my sight.
~Opal~

It is all in how we view the world.
We will see what we want to see
And we will miss much if we don't take the time,
to see beyond what something may appear
with only a passing glance.