Author Archives: literarylee

About literarylee

I sling words for a living. Always have, always will. Some have been interesting and fun; most not. These days, I write the fun words early in the morning before the adults are up and make me eat my Cream of Wheat.

I’m the last person someone sits next to on the bus

Posted on May 15, 2011 by literarylee

Commuting to and from work on the bus I’m often surprised and puzzled and, well yes, feel a tiny bit left out.  It’s like I’m always the last person people sit next to on the bus and I keep wondering … Continue reading →

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Down to the River to Pray – 4

Posted on May 15, 2011 by literarylee

You have lived your life these many long years in service to others and God.  Now, you’re learning to ask, “What do I want,” along with the familiar, “What should I do?”  You are experimenting with putting the shoulds in perspective, with exploring … Continue reading →

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From the Bride’s Father’s Notebook – Day 10 (part 2)

Posted on May 14, 2011 by literarylee

The Inn at Little Washington is a quaint collection of buildings in a tiny village (Washington, Virginia) with only a handful of houses, a few shops, and really one main intersection, all within sight of the Blue Ridge mountains.  I think the … Continue reading →

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Sonnet 116

Posted on May 14, 2011 by literarylee

William Shakespeare Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments.  Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove; O, no!  It is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on … Continue reading →

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I Could Have Stolen a Begonia

Posted on May 13, 2011 by literarylee

I could have stolen a begonia today, ‘Twas right before my eyes Sitting unwatched on the back of a truck It would have been quite a nice prize. Gardeners planting dozens of others, Working in far yonder bed, Planting the tender young blossoming things With flowers … Continue reading →

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From the Bride’s Father’s Notebook – Day 10 (part 1)

Posted on May 12, 2011 by literarylee

Tuesday – Wedding Day In the morning, before any of the rest of the day’s activities, we dashed to church.  The father and mother of the bride, and the bride herself, made a 30 minute drive one-way to spend ten minutes … Continue reading →

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First Entry in a New Journal

Posted on May 12, 2011 by literarylee

When you set out to write something profound, sometimes trite is all that flows from the pen.  Inscribaphobia: The fear of writing something in a guestbook, wedding log, gift card, or brand-new journal because you are worried it will sound … Continue reading →

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Got the Worm!

Posted on May 11, 2011 by literarylee

Up a little after five this morning, kilted, booted, and out the front door.  You can guess what I did.  I succumbed to the urge to enlarge the Lorelei just a little bit more. I added, oh, probably another 18-24 inches to the … Continue reading →

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Weekend Garden Notes

Posted on May 10, 2011 by literarylee

Saturday – Enlarged the Lorelei.  Turning under grass feels a little naughty, like maybe I’m vandalizing something.  First reaction: Looks great.  Second reaction: Is it that much bigger?  Third reaction:  I think I need to add a bit more.  Really.  Just a … Continue reading →

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Making My Bed (but not lying in it)

Posted on May 10, 2011 by literarylee

I needed more garden space.  Really.  Of course, I always say that. My favorite exercise is turning over sod, then beating the soil out of the grass and weeds to make a new garden plot.  I could be Johnny Flower-Bed, … Continue reading →

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