Bleeding hearts

Bleeding hearts


“How invisibly
it changes color
in this world,
the flower
of the human heart.”
— Komachi

Watercolor sketch of bleeding hearts

Watercolor sketch of bleeding hearts


“I like my body when it is with your body.
It is quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.”
—  e.e. cummings

“I’d rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck.”
— Emma Goldman

Watercolor sketch of rose petal heart

Watercolor sketch of rose petal heart



Watercolor sketch of rose petal heart

Watercolor sketch of rose petal heart




Hidden Hearts

February 13, 2014

“Unless you love someone, nothing else makes sense.”
— e.e. cummings

Snowdrop with green heart

Snowdrop with green heart

Can you find the hidden heart in this little snowdrop?

Snowdrop Valentine

Snowdrop Valentine

Love stamps

Love stamps

“To love at all is to be vulnerable.  Love anything and your heart will be wrung, and possibly broken.  If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even an animal.  Wrap it carefully round with your hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness.  But in that casket — safe, dark, motionless, airless — it will change.  It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.”
— C. S. Lewis, quoted in In Pursuit of Love:  Catholic Morality and Human Sexuality by Vincent Genovesi

I love this reminder to keep my heart soft, vulnerable and open.  Happy Valentine’s Day!


Heart-Shaped Leaves

April 19, 2012

New leaves like burnished gold in the morning light

I pass these trees on my walks to work.  I think they are katsura trees because of their delicate heart-shaped leaves.  I love the dappled colors of these leaves in the morning light.

New leaves of rusty yellow and burnished gold will turn green as they mature.

I love dappled light.

Looking up into the tree's canopy

A train of light reflected from new leaves

Katsura tree with inverted color effect

Leaves aligned in opposites

A jogger encounters a Valentine's Day reminder along the path at Green Lake.

I love the idea of “Art in the Park,” and perhaps even more so when the art appears to pop up spontaneously without the sponsorship of a formal event.  So the Valentine’s Day art at Green Lake was an unexpected delight.  Here are some of the images from my Valentine’s Day walk around Green Lake:

A bouquet of real roses sheltered in the hollow of a Southern Catalpa tree at Green Lake.

Detail of Valentine's Day roses

Valentine garland circles a tree along the path at Green Lake.

I think the rowers were oblivious to this installation of hearts.

A curtain of red carnations dangles near a park bench.

The screen of dangling carnations wafts in the breeze off the lake.

Art in the Park on Valentine's Day

A spot of red, an apple in the crook of a tree at Green Lake

Apple art: another apple impaled on a tree branch at Green Lake

Even this lost fleece jacket, hung on the corner of a park bench, resembled a red Valentine's Day heart.

A heartfelt thanks to the anonymous artists who shared their lovely Valentine’s Day art in the park with us.  And a special thank you to my friend Lynne, who sent me an early morning email urging me to get out for a walk to see these creations in their natural setting.

Snowdrop-Inspired Valentines

February 14, 2012

Watercolor Valentine

Another version of a snowdrop-inspired Valentine

Playing with New Toys

December 30, 2011

Waffles made with my new Chef's Choice waffle maker

I got a brand new waffle maker for Christmas!

I’ve always been more of a waffle person than a pancake person.  So when my trusty old waffle maker went on the blink after 30 years of use, I missed having waffles for breakfast.  I had a waffle maker on my Wish List for some time.  I was hoping to find a serviceable one at a garage sale last summer.  No luck.  So when my Dad sent us some money for Christmas, I used it to buy a new Chef’s Choice waffle maker.

I’ve already made waffles three times!  I don’t think you ever get too old to play with new “toys.”

Brown eggs

Old egg beater whips egg whites into a froth

Heart-shaped waffle iron

Waffle with bananas and my brother's homemade maple syrup

Dogwood Blossoms

May 24, 2011

The dogwood blossoms are so beautiful this year.  I see bright pink ones, off-white ones, and creamy ones with pink edgings.

Dogwood tree with blossoms

Heart-shaped dogwood blossom

Watercolor sketch of dogwood blossoms

Re-inventing Valentines

February 14, 2011


Valentine candy display


Valentine for Ernest Mann
by Naomi Shihab Nye

You can’t order a poem like you order a taco.
Walk up to the counter, say, “I’ll take two”
and expect it to be handed back to you
on a shiny plate.

Still, I like your spirit.
Anyone who says, “Here’s my address,
write me a poem,” deserves something in reply.
So I’ll tell you a secret instead:
poems hide. In the bottoms of our shoes,
they are sleeping. They are the shadows
drifting across our ceilings the moment
before we wake up. What we have to do
is live in a way that lets us find them.

Once I knew a man who gave his wife
two skunks for a valentine.
He couldn’t understand why she was crying.
“I thought they had such beautiful eyes.”
And he was serious. He was a serious man
who lived in a serious way. Nothing was ugly
just because the world said so. He really
liked those skunks. So, he re-invented them
as valentines and they became beautiful.
At least, to him. And the poems that had been hiding
in the eyes of skunks for centuries
crawled out and curled up at his feet.

Maybe if we re-invent whatever our lives give us
we find poems. Check your garage, the odd sock
in your drawer, the person you almost like, but not quite.
And let me know.