It was a name he gave himself in a song and farm he did nestled in our southern suburban paradises turning endless backyards of clay into soil we drew hope that we would have tomatoes slowly, but certainly, each year the garden came some years two crops if we had the energy some […]
Simple life
cooler gray Sunday coffee & poetry & Romeo life’s simple treasures Nancilynn Saylor 2016 Passion flower loving the rain
Summer heat gives way Holding hands in the gray mist Tender moments shine
Smooth Granite
A lifetime spent with struggles… smooth stones or sharp gravel. ©Nancilynn Saylor The garden gate
The City stirs to life …
Four black crows take wing Under cerulean skies Suburbia stirs… .
Summer sounds
Dog day cicadas- Symphony for summer nights. Still, August lingers… © Nancilynn Saylor 2016 Cicada on front porch this morning!
Ruellia
Three purple flowers stand alone in August morn Tough ruellia @ Nancilynn Saylor 2016 Photo from my garden Sent from my iPad
Mexican Limes
They first begin to flower in the green house, typically, mid-December, occasionally January . The scent can only be described as Powerful… at times, I drag a small stool inside the greenhouse, and sit with the blooms until the potent scent drives me away. Late Summer, the fruit ripens . I rub the skin against […]
From my Bucket list
June, 1999 The year following the death of my mother, the year following my completion of treatment… Lymphoma(Non-Hodgkin’s / B-cell large& small) that year was a blur. He’d made a lot of money in the stock market & we should go on a trip to celebrate… Sedona! My only ever hot air- […]
Chasing Autumn
Sun’s rays stream through the gate. Rivulets of perspiration trickle down beneath the neck of my sundress- following the space between my breasts& soaking the lightest weight lingerie It is said that cotton is king in Texas & its a damp monarch, this time of year. A sweet lady at the market yesterday, with a […]
Nancilynn is Writing again 