02/07/2026
Life did not bring me silken gowns,
Nor jewels for my hair,
Nor gabled foreign towns in distant countries fair.
But I can glimpse, beyond my pane, a green and friendly hill,
And red geraniums aflame upon my window sill.
The brambled cares of everyday,
The tiny humdrum things,
May bind my feet when they would stray,
But still my heart has wings.
While red geraniums are bloomed against my window glass, and low above my green-sweet hill the gypsy wind clouds pass.
And if my dreamings ne’er come true,
The brightest and the best,
But leave me lone my journey through,
I’ll set my heart at rest,
And thank God for home-sweet things, a green and friendly hill,
And red geraniums aflame upon my window sill.
- Martha Haskell Clark.
Red Geraniums.
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This poem came straight out of an old poetry book my dear friend Shannon, pictured here in these photographs, got me for my birthday.
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It’s quickly becoming one of my favorite reads! The copyright on it is 1936. It was gifted to a Penny Field in September of 1962. She was studying at the Colorado Women’s College in Denver.
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My hope is that each of studies poetry. Men, Women, and Children. Truly there is soooo much to be discovered within the lines of a poem!
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This gallery is full of imagery from documenting these four at home in the mountains, with their chickens and their trampoline. Their backyard swing and their front porch. Their banter and their love.
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So so very many dreams can come true within the walls of a home! So many people look so far beyond that for fulfillment, my little grain of salt to you this morning is to spend more time at home. Nurture the walls of your confinement, and life slowly changes.
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Being home so much the last year made such a difference in our lives. I’m so grateful to have the opportunity. It’s truly a luxury these days to be able to spend time at home. I do not take it for granted.
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I keep saying we need a revival here. A reset to get the home centered again and attainable. Maybe we start with simple luxuries, like red geraniums aflame. Taking note of the simplest of things.
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