With green mint, cool parsley, sweet basil, and sunny thyme made a perfect dinner of herbs added with refreshing coriander and common chives, all from the garden herbs box you built for me on the deck.
“…Where I may sit and rightly spell. Of every star that heaven doth show, and every herb that sips the dew. Till old experience do attain, to something like prophetic strain…”
Parsley that you can smell with your heart and rosemary for remembrance of you and of love, while sage gives me the wisdom and courage to change the things I can. And thyme! O thyme of sweet aroma, for my cup of tea.
This painting was inspired by Shelley’s poem that we read together. I used the aboriginal art creating a story of love separated by heaven and earth between oceans, rivers… and never the twain shall meet.
How I love the silence of the evening sky. Across the bay, clouds gathering throwing clear reflection over the calm water below, waiting for the sun to set. Behind, the moon is about to rise. All of a sudden, a beautiful creature appeared, he was out also on his walk waiting for the moon?
I turned from one look at the moon and he was gone.
To-night the west o’er-brims with warmest dyes; Its chalice overflows With pools of purple colouring the skies,
Aflood with gold and rose; And some hot soul seems throbbing close to mine, As sinks the sun within that world of wine.
And twilight comes with grey and restful eyes,
As ashes follow flame.
But O! I heard a voice from those rich skies
Call tenderly my name;
It was as if some priestly fingers stole
In benedictions o’er my lonely soul.