Sometimes

Dogs in Sutherland, Scotland

Sometimes

Sometimes things don't go after all,

from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel

faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don't fail,

sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.

A people sometimes will step back from war;

elect an honest man; decide they care

enough, that they can't leave some stranger poor.

Some men become what they were born for.

Sometimes our best efforts do not go

amiss; sometimes we do as we meant to.

The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow

that seemed hard frozen: may it happen for you.

I came across this poem recently in Good Poems Selected By Garrison Keillor and loved it's message.

I follow a blog called Wilf the PON discovers France. Wilf was diagnosed with cancer 8 months ago and although blind now continues to enjoy his life in the idyllic French countryside with his kind caregivers Angus and his wife. I like to check in on Wilf (and Angus) as he teaches me a lesson in living.

In Love with Vintage Luggage

Found in Montana at an estate sale this wonderful leather trunk........I plan to take it to The Farm Chicks Antiques Show in Spokane, Washington. It was made by The Henderson Ames Co. of Kalamazoo Michigan, producers of uniforms and regalia from 1893 to 1933.

It's so well made and sturdy.

The interior has this lovely bright floral image as a seperator.




Vintage Luggage on Railway Platform - I love this photo taken by Chris Lofty.




The above image was taken by Tara Bradford at North Yorkshire Moors Railway Station - love the hamper.





These cases have been painted by former graffiti artist Phil Frost and are showing at Prism Gallery, Los Angeles - the vibrant detail is fantastic.

And last but by no means least - Who couldn't resist this wonderful Vintage Luggage & Map Cake created by Pink Cake Box.

They lived and laughed and loved and left.

Bamburgh Castle, Northumberland
Alnwick Castle, Northumberland

I have been laid low of late.

In March, we made a lovely trip to Scotland to visit my family and then on to fantastic Northumberland for a special birthday - my father in law John's 91st. We enjoyed a quiet celebration as he was not in the best of health and promised him that we would return in October for another visit. Alas, it was not to be. John died 2 weeks after we left him so then we made another, much sadder sojourn to our homeland. I miss John very much and for me the trips to beautiful Northumberland will never be the same.