Posted in Blogging Challenge, Gardening, Picture Books, Quotes, What If

Sing A “Slow Song…” [Day 1 of Three Days, Three Quotes, Three Tagged aka 3D3Q3T]

The lovely Mridula at Dementia’s Diaries tagged Love a Good Yarn with a challenge…


Three Days. Three Quotes. Three Tagged. [3D3Q3T]


YIPPEE! with a side order of UH-OH.

The rules of the challenge are these:

Thank the person who nominates you:

[That’s easy. Thank you Mridula!]

Post one quote per day for three consecutive days:

[I think the QUOTES in my book collection were a bit confused and thought we were playing hide and seek instead of tag… I must say they’re very good at it. Three consecutive days… Hmm…  I might be able to startle a quote or two out of hiding over the course of a week or so… Does that count?]

Nominate three new bloggers each day:

[Let’s just say I find it IMPOSSIBLE to choose! Now I have to add a big dash of OH-NO to the previous YIPPEE! and its generous side of UH-OH.]

That said, I’ll be fulfilling this challenge rather loosely.

If you’re reading this or the two 3D3Q3T posts that may follow [assuming the remaining QUOTES ever come out of hiding that is…], consider yourself nominated.

This nomination comes with a truckload of GRATITUDE for your creativity and a heartfelt THANK YOU for stopping by. If quote fever strikes, have fun with it!

And don’t forget to visit Mridula at Dementia’s Diaries!

Best Wishes!


I chose this as the first quote because it’s planting season.

And because my paternal grandmother sang a lifelong ‘slow song’ to her garden…

One of my fondest memories —

eating her squash blossom pancakes.


“…They say you plant happier corn

if you take your time

and that squash tastes best

if you’ve sung it

slow songs

while it’s growing…”



by Byrd Baylor

illustrated by Peter Parnall


















Posted in Mixed Media Watercolor, What If, Writing, Yarns

Stranger Things Have Happened…


And feathers.


One might think ‘hen house.’ Followed closely by ‘oh those poor helpless chickens…’

But perhaps there was a pillow fight…

Or a rainy Saturday craft project suddenly went ‘POOF.’

Maybe a flock of geese stopped in for tea and biscuits and molted then and there.


Stranger things have happened…







Posted in Fiction, Watercolor, What If, Wolves

A Familiar Doorway…

The scullery maid often dreamt of a cottage in the woods, despite the cautionary tales cook joyfully recounted about cottages and woods and the wolves who visited.

Quite frankly, she was weary of all the drama and drudgery. What if, she wondered, as she drifted off to sleep.

When the wolf came knocking, lured by the smell of buttery scones baking in a wood-fired oven, she welcomed him in. She’d set the table with a blue gingham tablecloth and filled her favorite vase with geraniums and petunias. The napkins she’d folded into birds lent an elegant air.

The wolf bowed at sight of the lovely tableau, then pulled out her chair.

Even the mistress of the manor had few visitors with such refined manners.

At the touch of her guest’s dewclaw their napkins flapped wildly into a pair of startled geese. When he turned his attention to the floral centerpiece, dozens of petals took wing as butterflies.

The wolf ate and drank with equal delicacy. After they’d finished their tea and scones, he rose and held out his paw. She hesitated for a moment, then allowed him to take her hand.

A haunting orchestral melody spoke to her of fern and moss covered dells, and although she and the wolf hadn’t moved, it felt as though they were waltzing through a familiar doorway…

She woke.

The wolf at her side.

A canopy of towering trees above them…

Leaf litter and loam cool beneath their paws…