A Tool Shed and Dreams

my blogging voice is under construction...I have no idea how long it will take...
thank you for understanding...

                                               

                     

My Garden shed or tool shed as I call it sits unpretentiously in the back yard. It bears a long history of solidarity as it was the first building placed here when my husband's parents purchased this land in 1970.

                                         

I have always loved it's mysterious  simplicity and charm... It is more than a thing to admire though as its handy storage ability rates right up there with its good looks...

                                                    

One quiet afternoon this week I gave it a bit of a clean and then enjoyed a cup of hot peppermint tea while reading on the old sofa we put in there a few years ago...

                     children's artwork is splayed here brightly

It was a peaceful way to  spend an afternoon and I was reminded of how good it is to at times escape from life a little and unwind. 

                                                   

   

with a good book, nature, solitude, and a  tool shed..

                                                     

some day I think it would be fun to create a real oasis/ studio in here, but for now this little abode is a odd mish mash of this and that ...a place to dream, remember and hope.

          'tho much is taken, much abides.... (Tennyson)


first three photos taken last June...

A Mother's Day Sentiment

The daffodils were late that year.  She ran out while supper was cooking and picked a few of the fashionably late blooms. Tucked into the pitcher there on the tray they seemed a cheerful sentiment.

Every year daffodil bouquets blaze the trail for the many she gathers....
                                                

Much like a mother in affection of her first born, she never wishes any away... Each bloom and bouquet precious, like  a child's life; changing, fleeting and pressed immeasurably against those creases in her heart.

A Beautiful and Blessed Mother's Day to You...a rather short post this year, but click on the following links to read previous ponderings..


http://lucy-martin.blogspot.ca/2015/05/becoming.html

http://lucy-martin.blogspot.ca/2013/11/a-mothers-prayer.html

http://lucy-martin.blogspot.ca/2013/05/the-waving-mother.html


All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That's his. ~Oscar Wilde~