Cynthia Reyes's Blog, page 51

Lost Without a Clue

I kid you not: I could get lost in a room.  So – naturally – I got lost while coming home from an appointment in a nearby town. The key to getting lost graciously is to act as if the … Continue reading →

“If you are reading this, it means….”

Our friend Jacqui phoned. “Are you going to be there in a few minutes? I’m coming for a visit.” I smiled. It was almost exactly what Paddy used to say. Minutes later, he and his wife Jacqui would be at … Continue reading →

Friend or Foe??

Originally posted on chase n chance ranch:
Queen Anne’s Lace is a weed….or is it?  If you do not know what it is, read about it here.  It is considered a wild carrot.  I personally have never eaten one but it…

In the Garden with Gail and Sam

Right away, you can tell that two avid gardeners live here. These gloves don’t stay idle for long. Gail and Sam have lived in their home in a city east of Toronto for 25 years. Theirs is a mature, complex … Continue reading →

Her Royal Lacy-ness

There is a place For Queen Anne’s Lace In nature’s open garden. * “But not in mine!” Gardeners decline And – oh, their hearts they harden. Tis true, Lace will Self-seed — and still I love her gentle beauty  * … Continue reading →

Sad News

  The news evokes sheer disbelief The loss is cast in stark relief Like etching on a granite stone For one you dearly love, now gone * How can it be that one who walked Just weeks ago and laughed … Continue reading →

Ah, Well…

I love this man I really do For many, many reasons * And he’s been here Right by my side Through many different seasons But tell me now When I show you This nice bouquet of flowers * Would you … Continue reading →

The Marvelous Muriel Mason

Some people inspire me no end. Muriel Mason is one of them. Muriel has been painting since childhood. “Actually, for as long as I can remember,” she says. She’s self-taught. Born and raised in England, Muriel taught physical education and … Continue reading →

Clematis a-bloomin’

I promised a blogger-friend that I’d post pictures of clematis in bloom. But the gosh-darn rabbits ate almost every clematis right down to the ground last winter and spring, so I didn’t know what would come back and what was … Continue reading →

Beauty In All Things

  It was the winter when I found myself in bed with a dead poet.  And found myself thinking about life and beauty. And about making one’s mark on the world. **  “A thing of beauty is a joy for … Continue reading →