"Life is Good."

It has been a frantic, hectic time for me.  During my moving to a brand new home, my interaction within the blogging community has been sporadic at best.

It will be like this for about another month. Yet life has been put into perspective. Despite my struggling to cope, I know I'm blessed and grateful for all I have.

On Saturday, August 23, you might be aware of the passing of our beloved friend, Tina Downey.  I had the inspiring honour of interacting with Tina via many an email.  Even exchanging of emails as she lay there in her hospital bed.  Tina and I had much good natured banter.  Her, a co-host of the A to Z Challenge.  I, the ironic opposer of the A to Z.  However, I was truly touched by her sincerity, her compassion for others.  A remarkable lady who made an impact on my heart.

In this often cynical world, Tina embraced the name of her blog.  Yes, "Life is Good" and Tina savoured every moment.  To her family, her friends and from me, Tina will always be loved, never forgotten.

If you haven't had the chance to leave a comment on her site, here is the link : Moving on...on behalf of Tina Downey

I know there will be a number of dedications that will come to light.  Here is one that I would ask you to be so kind as to check out : Sunflowers for Tina - September 8, 2014 #LifeisGood #A to Z Challenge

Time To Cope With A Telescope.

I said I'd try and catch up with commenting on other blogs.  Total fail on that.  My humble apologies.  

Since my move from one place to another place, it's been a stressful, chaotic mess.  Doing it all, virtually by myself, has caused me to be most absent from the world of blogging.  It appears it's going to be a stressful, bureaucracy beyond belief, load of crap, for at least another month.  I'm exhausted, both physically and emotionally. 

I know how much you've missed me.  I will endeavour to inform you of what transpired with my move in about a week's time.  

During the hectic farce that has been moving, I had to go to hospital for a discussion about my ongoing male-type issues.  No, not typical dude constantly moaning and thinking about sex every six seconds. I'm talking about waterworks problems.

The urologist has told me they're going to make arrangements to have me come in and have a "telescope" prodded down my urethra. 

The above illustration may be the sort of "telescope" the urologist meant.

Based on my experiences during moving, I visualised a telescope something like the above being shoved down my tormented trouser snake.  

The above telescope will have the capability of having an up close view of the rings around Uranus. 

Time to cope with a telescope

Maybe yes or maybe nope

Where's there's a willy, there's a way

So they say

I hope 

I cope

With the telescope.

Our Movements.

Where am I?  Ah yes, I seem to have experienced a movement.  When I actually have more time, I would like to share my movement with you.  No, not that type of movement!  I'm referring to the movement of my belongings from one location to another location.  To the movement of my son's belongings into a temporary location until his own place is ready to be occupied on August 18.  To the movement of Penny the Jack Russell dog and modest internet superstar who is staying with me for one week.  

I've gone beyond busy as my movement entailed attempting to organise a double movement.  Getting my son sorted, along with all the bureaucratic miscommunication, has left me totally exhausted.  

Yes, speaking of movement, there has been a lot of crap involved.  I feel jet-lagged and considering I'm still in the same time zone, that makes it doubly weird.

I shall now try and do some catching up in blogsville.  That and unpack a box.  Further details of the most stressful movement ever in my life, shall be published shortly.  The positive thing is that I'm very proud of how well I coped while those around me were freaking out.

While trying to somehow get back into the blogging community flow, I've switched comments off on this blog post.  

In the meantime, if you would let me chew on your fingernails, that would be greatly appreciated.

This is a sneak preview view from my new home.

The Garden In Seasons.

In just over a week, I shall be moving to a new home.  A fresh start with new adventures and opportunities.  The garden I leave behind, created out of squalor, truly a legacy of what can be accomplished when your heart tells you so.

An autumn view.  Gazing out the living room window, I marvel at the trees, at the leaves, emblazoned in colourful splendour. 

Autumn and the remnants of summer, blend together in the harmony of change

Penny, beloved Jack Russell dog, watches over proceedings.  Leaves fly about the garden in resplendent whirlpools that whoosh from spot to spot.

The winter.  Layers of snow draped upon the trees.  Noises are muffled as the snow gently drifts and crunches underfoot.

Mr. Snowman smiles.  

The wee folks rejoice as glowing orbs of snow gently float around them.

Penny the snowplough.

Snow and ice-encrusted wind chimes.  Nature's music in the midst of winter.

Spring arrives.  Even the wee folks want to help hang up the laundry. 

The dawn of misty spring morn.

The wee folks getting ready to rake up the excess autumn leaves and mow the spring lawn

A sunny July morning.

A curious fox strolls across the garden.

A late summer's eve as the magical lights doth glow.

Night has descended.

Summer lights on the patio.

In amongst the night time flowers, behold Fidelina, the beautiful fairy princess, her husband, Geoffrey the garden gnome and their adorable son, Einahalk. 

With the radiance of a magical lamp, the wee folks gather round to sings songs of peace, of love.

A summer's afternoon.  Penny protects the wee folks.

All is good in Penny's world.

The summer moon.  Like a droplet of light from the leaves.

Looking towards the west.  I stare out into the heavens.  A sense of serenity.

There be wonder in the enchanted garden.  A garden, an oasis, a sanctuary for my thoughts.  Now I shall leave the garden behind.  Memories treasured of what I've done.  Inspiration for the now.  Inspiration for the new adventure in my new home.

I hope to see you there....

Good Morning, Rainbow.

It was just gone five on the Friday morn

A sprinkling of rain welcomed the dawn

The rising sun reflected the rain

The emotions I felt, hard to contain

Solar rays kissed the skies

Filled such colour in my eyes

A rainbow or two

A magical view.

Then came the dream

The rainbow stream

Of flowing thoughts

Of hopeful reports

A symbol of change

Time to arrange

That brand new start

That sings in my heart.

A New Adventure Trail.

I've been in the mood for exploring the local area.  I went to the major park in Leek, Staffordshire, named Brough Park.  I discovered a trail.  Where would the trail lead to?  What might I see?

For the first five minutes I was enclosed by trees and bushes. Then, to the left of me, a lush green landscape was revealed.  

Directly in front of me was the trail that leads to an adventure for another day.

Back to the view on the left.  The sun continues its westward journey.   

The adventure trail for another day.  A blue-tinged pathway of intrigue.

And beyond, way beyond the trees you see above the pond in the previous photos, to the north west, a gently whirling windmill.

I turned back.  Back to my car.  Back to the home that I shall be leaving in early August.  A new adventure trail for my son, for Penny, our beloved, cherished dog.  A new adventure trail for us all.  Each adventure trail, a definition of who we are.

Each of us has a trail, a pathway, that journey.  Sometimes the pathway will have potholes.  Yet, with each pothole, we climb out, we learn, we carry on.

Embraces Horizon.

A short stroll from home.  

A field to roam

The evening glow

Of wonder I know.

The remnants remain of the setting sun

Embraces horizon, emerges as one

The balance of nature speaks to me

I learn to see

Tomorrow

No sorrow

A revelation

A destination

The sun will return

A lesson I learn

Beyond the fears

Beyond the tears

There is hope

Together, we cope