grace grits and gardening

ramblings from an arkansas farm girl

Music Amongst the Trees

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wordless wednesday
Swiss Avenue, Dallas, Texas
Mother’s Day 2013
talya

“There is always music amongst the trees in the Garden, but our hearts must be very quiet to hear it.” – Minnie Aumonier

Sunshine on My Shoulders, John Denver

Solving for X

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some days
words fail
to flow
ideas sit
clogged behind
my eyes 
an unsolvable
problem
beyond reach
fuzzy
blurry
what to write
about X?
seeking a
change of 
scenery
I walk
the wind
stirs the trees
wispy clouds 
drift overhead 
thoughts wander
in and out
some days
words fail
to flow
yet when 
I change
my perspective
the answer
appears
heaven sent
X in the sky over Munger Place, Dallas

talya

“Ideas come from everything” 
― Alfred Hitchcock

Musical Pairing:

Blowing in the Wind, Bob Dylan (Live, 1963)

V is for Vacation

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I am a homebody.

Sometimes my best vacations are those spent at home. A few days carved out between yesterday and tomorrow spent with a good book and a bottle of wine is more relaxing than a carefully planned, often expensive trip.

Simple is good.

John and I have a tiny place in Arkansas we visit when we want to get away from the busy-ness of Dallas. With only 892 square feet of space, we fill it with things we absolutely love—favorite artwork, vintage plates and crystal, old books, leather club chairs from the antique store around the corner.
Sleeping with screen doors separating us from the wild, we wake to the chirp of songbirds. A neighbor’s rooster crows. When it rains or snows, what a bonus…
Our schnauzers, Lucy and Annabelle, love the expansive yard filled with buried treasures from a previous dog. As I write, bamboo rustles a soothing tune. 

Sometimes vacationing is a state of mind.


“Home is the nicest word there is.” 
― Laura Ingalls Wilder
talya
Musical Pairing:
Spring, Danny Wright

Blogging my way through the alphabet. V is for Vacation.

Food. Farm. Garden. Life.

THANKS FOR READING!