Archive for March 2013

Happy Easter   7 comments




May the blessings of this

Easter season

find their way to your hearts

and to all you love.


Peace and Love

to all of you.





Posted March 29, 2013 by PapaBear in Uncategorized

Spring Is Sprung (maybe)   4 comments

More Crocus are popping up in the beds.


Hyacinths are rearing their beautiful heads.


Maybe Spring is arriving in the Great Lakes ???


Now for a challenge for any knowledgeable gardeners, horticulturists, or anyone else with expertise in plants…

These are native to southern California, a wildflower, a field plant….  What are they?????



‘Tis a beautiful day here…, sunshine, 49degrees, and no wind. 

Almost had thoughts of going fishing, but the boat

hasn’t been uncovered and prepped for the season. 

Rats !!!!!  Believe that will be resolved, and soon.





Posted March 28, 2013 by PapaBear in Uncategorized

Soft Southern Nights   6 comments




Dinner had ended, Pops retired to his office, Molly to the kitchen to finish cleanup, and a young lady took her young man out to the veranda for some fresh air.

Chantilly lace and a pretty face
 And a pony tail hangin’ down
A wiggle in the walk and a giggle in the talk
Make the world go ’round”.

“Sounds like he’s singing about you, darlin’ girl”.  The music drifted across the veranda to the young couple sitting on the swing.  “Dance”? she teased.  “Sure”, and they worked their way into their own style of jitter/swing, both enjoying the casual play of the dance.  Just as quickly the music morphed into a soft slow ballad and they eased into an intimate, romantic waltz.  As it ended, they drifted back to the couch, snuggling and whispering to each other until the moon had reached its apogee and was retreating toward morning.  Then slowly, hand in hand they mounted the stairway and went off to bed cuddling after a goodnight kiss. 

So many soft southern nights passed like this in the quieter, simpler time of their love.





Yesterday   9 comments



There is a place called yesterday

I passed it down the road

A place the heart can stop and play

And loose it’s heavy load


Memories live in this old place

And most find respite there

A friend, a sweet familiar face

Give sweetness to the air.


Best not linger there too long

What’s there is in the past

But like notes of an old favorite song

The soft melodies still last.





Posted March 26, 2013 by PapaBear in Uncategorized

Spring !!! (I hope)   2 comments




Slowly, gingerly, they push their heads above the

nearly frozen soil and open their faces to the sun.


(Crocus – 3/26/2013)




Posted March 26, 2013 by PapaBear in Photo, Prose

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Love….., or Not   8 comments




What about the word LOVE !  What does that word mean in contemporary society.  Is it just another meaningless throwaway word now?

Let’s look at the formal definition from the dictionary…


love: noun:

1. a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.  2. a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend.

3. sexual passion or desire.  4. a person toward whom love is felt; beloved person; sweetheart.
love: verb  (used with object)
15. to have love or affection for: All her pupils love her.  16. to have a profoundly tender, passionate affection for (another person).  17. to have a strong liking for; take great pleasure in: to love music.  18. to need or require; benefit greatly from: Plants love sunlight.  19. to embrace and kiss (someone), as a lover.
The dictionary definition seems to point to the idea that love is an attachment to, an affection for, a passion or desire for…, a person, be that person a family member, a lover, a friend.  In today’s world I so often hear:  “I love chocolate…, I love that dress…, I love that car…, don’t you just love those paintings…, we love this house.  None of these articles is a person! It’s just a thing.  It can’t respond to or return your love.
I like chocolate.  I like a great car.  I admire a great painting, and I really like my house – but I don’t LOVE them.  I love my family.  I love my friends.  I even love my cat, but these are all living entities that can, in some manner (if they’re so disposed), return those feelings.  I don’t think I’ve ever been kissed by a chocolate bar.  The house has never hugged me.  And no matter how wonderful it may be, no painting has ever whispered sweet nothings in my ear, so why do we speak of them in terms of “loving” them.  Have we lost contact with the idea that love is an emotion that is to be shared with someone and transferred that emotion to inanimate things?
Today I said “I love you” to a Hershey bar and, you know, it just layed there on the counter.  I said that same thing to my grandson and guess what?  He hugged me and said “I love you too, Grandpa”.  I think that if we concentrated on loving the people in our lives more and the things in our lives less, we’d be so much happier, as individuals, as families, and as communities.  Isn’t it worth a try???
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I love you…, all of you !

(You know, that was pretty easy…, and it felt good too)

The Faces of War   2 comments


War…, one of the most inhuman atrocities that humans can inflict upon other humans and throughout the centuries it seems we have learned nothing.  Governments even today use it as a first reaction…, to political problems…, for acquisition of lands that are not theirs…, as a punishment to their own citizens who disagree with a despot…, or for some, just an act of maniacal egotism.  None of those who favor and declare wars are ever in the forefront of them, sacrificing their lives, losing their limbs, their homes.  They never see that ugliness created by their questionable and careless decisions.  How long does it take for people to learn that war is never a solution to a problem – it IS a problem.  With the following photos I hope to raise an awareness of the gravity of acts of war, who it affects, and what it destroys – the most important of which is lives.


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As I see it, this world we live in is a war casualty, and it desparately needs our help.




Posted March 25, 2013 by PapaBear in Photo, Prose