Elizabeth Melton Parsons



Blog Buddy Friday: Mary


This photo is representational only and is not one of Mary’s.

Today I’d like to introduce you to another one of my favorite blogging artists, Mary over at Oil Pastels By Mary. I’m sorry I don’t have a photo of Mary to share. You will just have to imagine her as I do–beautiful, perky, with sparkling eyes shining with an artist’s passion. ;)

Mary is a new, self taught artist and her work is phenomenal. Landscapes, seascapes, portraits, they’re all sensational. My favorites are the seascapes, although I’m always amazed by her portrait sketches. Most especially impressive are the elderly faces she does. You can see the passing of years on those faces and each one has a different story to tell.

In Mary’s own words: “In 2011 I tried oil pastels (OPs) and was immediately sold on this medium.  Except for underpaintings, my pieces are exclusively painted with oil pastels.  I enjoy the challenge of layering paint to expose rich color and values, and moving and manipulating OPs around the painting surface – it’s all very fascinating to me.”….Mary

When you have time to truly peruse her magnificent pieces, hop on over to Oil Pastels By Mary and enjoy!

Painting above: By Frederick Judd Waugh and is in the public domain


Blog Buddy Friday – Resa McConaghy

ResaToday we’re flying to Canada to visit with one of my favorite bloggers, Resa at Graffit Lux and Murals or GlaM for short. Resa’s blog is all about the art–graffiti art and murals. Although she began documenting and showcasing the graffiti art from around Toronto and Winnipeg, Resa is now featuring art from other North American cities that she finds through her own travels and guest contributions. You’ll be amazed at the quality and quantity of talented artists and phenomenal art displayed over at GlaM. I began visiting Resa’s blog because of the art, but I found her to be such an open, warm, and delightful person I’d visit even if the art disappeared. I can’t see that happening though, she’s pretty passionate about it. Thank you, Resa, for highlighting so many talented artists and giving so much enjoyment to those of us who love their work. Go visit Resa and while you’re there, visit the tiger page here: http://graffitiluxandmurals.com/2014/03/01/tiger-miami-two/ It’s breathtaking and my very favorite so far.

Photo copyright: Resa McConaghy


Old Man Winter Is Angry

A couple of days ago I was listening to Robins sing at the window and watching Bluebirds and Towhees beginning to nest. My tulips were up about four inches, sedum and hyacinth too. I thought spring was just around the corner. Then Monday night and all day Tuesday we were blasted by old man winter. Heavy snow, frigid temps and howling wind blowing it all around. I’m wracking my brain trying to remember what in the world I did to that old man to raise his ire to such a degree. I’m thinking about baking chocolate chip cookies as a piece offering.  I want spring and I think Robert Frost did too while writing his poem: To The Thawing Wind. Here’s the poem and a glimpse of our new snow.

snowy drive

snowy drive

my snowy drive

my snowy drive

To The Thawing Wind

Come with rain, O loud Southwester!
Bring the singer, bring the nester;
Give the buried flower a dream;
Make the settled snowbank steam;
Find the brown beneath the white;
But whate’er you do tonight,
Bathe my window, make it flow,
Melt it as the ice will go;
Melt the glass and leave the sticks
Like a hermit’s crucifix;
Burst into my narrow stall;
Swing the picture on the wall;
Run the rattling pages o’er;
Scatter poems on the floor;
Turn the poet out of door.

…Robert Frost


Blog Buddy Friday-A Tramp in the Woods

ColinThis one is for all you nature lovers out there. Today we’re taking a walk in the Forest of Dean with Colin over at A Tramp in the Woods. As most of you know there’s not much I enjoy more than a tramp along the creek or through the woods so of course when I found Colin’s blog, I was in love. Not only is his blog filled with phenomenal nature photos and videos, but there’s a wealth of educational information contained in his delightful and often humorous narration. His latest post details a way to raise butterflies to release back to the wild. When you visit be sure to take time to watch the video. It’s awesome. Colin claims to have no area of expertise, but he sure knows his nature.

Taken from Colin’s bio:   “I write about and photograph the nature around me from a little farm in The Forest of Dean. I watch plants, animals, fungi, I don’t have a field of expertise but I do have a field full of Wildflowers and Badgers.”

If you love nature like I do, go visit Colin and take A Tramp in the Woods.

Photo belongs to Colin and is not mine.


Are Country Folk More Honest? Part 2

To Read Part 1: Are Country Folk More Honest? Part 1

T C Steele Painting

T. C. Steele

We all have our moments of stupidity, but I seem to have more than my share. One year on vacation I decided to visit Brown County Forestry and Nashville, Indiana, nicknamed ‘Little Nashville’ after Nashville, Tennessee because of all the music shows they have. I was there in October because I wanted to visit the forestry when the leaves were their most colorful and I wanted to visit the home and studio of artist T. C. Steele. The little village of Nashville is quaint and charming, but when I was there must have been a peak time because the streets were jammed with people. I stood in line for over an hour just to buy an ice cream cone. Even though small, the crowds in this town made it like being on the streets of New York during the busiest hours. I’d never seen anything like it.

I needed to escape the hordes of people for awhile and walked down a little backstreet to a historical building. There wasn’t anyone there and I sat down on a bench to take a break. While there, a few people came by and I spoke to a couple of very nice ladies before deciding to walk back to the car. I’d parked a long ways from the town center because there simply wasn’t any parking space available anywhere. Once at the car I realized I didn’t have my keys because my handbag was gone. I panicked. I couldn’t remember where I could have lost it. It never entered my mind that someone could have swiped it. As I said, much too trusting.

I called the police and a very nice officer came to make a report. He told me this kind of thing happens all the time and I’d never get it back. He said they usually take all the money and credit cards, then toss the bag somewhere. I figured they weren’t going to do anything so I sat on the tarmac beside the car and took some deep, calming breaths. Once my panic eased I began thinking over everything I’d done since I’d last had my bag. I was sure I’d lost it somewhere and it had not been stolen. I remembered the bench where I’d rested and thought maybe the strap had slipped off my shoulder while sitting there. I ran back there and of course it wasn’t there. Seeing a fleck of bright orange I looked through some trees and realized it was prisoners in an enclosure next to, of all things, a jailhouse. Guess what? When checking with the officers inside, they had my handbag. Nothing was missing. Those nice ladies I’d spoken to had seen it after I left and turned it in. My trusting nature had been renewed. :) I count this incident in the big city category because of the thousands of people around that day.


My next incident happened just a few days ago when I’d gone shopping. I’d just left the grocery store and stopped at another store on my way home to pick up some laundry detergent and other household items. The parking lot was full so I parked on the side in the only space available. I was in a hurry to get home and grabbed a twenty out of my purse and left the purse on the front seat. When I got out of the car I pushed what I thought was the lock button on my remote door control and hurried around the building to the front door. I was in the store for much longer than I’d expected to be and when I came out my car trunk was standing open with all my groceries in plain site. I’d accidentally hit the trunk button instead of the lock button. Not only were groceries in plain sight, but my purse with money and credit cards was in full view on the front seat in an unlocked car. I really need a keeper. :roll: This a country community and no one had touched any of my stuff.

I have no clue as to whether country folk are more honest.  The one thing I am sure of is that I have far too many stupid moments in my life. I think there are thieves everywhere and I have had both good and bad experiences in both cites and small towns. But it does seem that in rural communities you’re a lot less likely to be the victim of theft. What do you think?


Blog Buddy Friday: Janell Mithani

JanellMithaniI’m going to leave the world of writing for just a bit as we visit some of my favorite artists. First up is an extremely gifted artist, Janell Mithani at http://janellmithani.com. Janell grew up in a rural area of the northwestern United States, but now makes her home in Southern California. Other than art, a couple of things Janell and I have in common is our love of gardening and the outdoors. I know when  I visit her blog, I’ll leave with a smile because you simply can’t look at her work without coming away with a feeling of happiness. I believe her artist statement says it better than I ever could:

“A world of radiant enchantment merged with the lush details of nature inspires me to create.  The reflective shapes of trees, often shaped by wind and rain, bring strength and presence to my canvas. Childlike memories of magical beings float through the landscape of my mind and fill my sketchbooks.  I explore relating the feminine sketches from my journal to the landscapes that come from my brush.  Their dance calls to me; therefore, I continue to paint.”…Janell Mithani 

I have always loved fairies so of course some of my favorite paintings of Janell’s are her mystical little fairies, but I also love her colorful landscapes and flowers. Janell not only paints, but creates beautiful jewelry and is a skilled photographer. Do a Google image search of this lovely lady’s name and you’ll be amazed at what comes up.

When you have time, go visit Janell. You’ll love her work. http://janellmithani.com

Photo belongs to Janell Mithani.

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Are Country Folk More Honest – Part 1


will_work_for_foodWe’ve all seen the people with the signs “Will Work For Food”. And of course we’ve wondered if the people are seriously in need or is this how they make a living with no intention of doing any work. A few years ago I was on lunch break and had just picked up a chicken sandwich and drink at a strip mall. As I was leaving the parking lot, a man with just such a sign walked up to my car window. I said, “I have no work for you, but here’s lunch.” And I handed him the bag. Whether he was grateful for the food or angry because I hadn’t handed over cash, I’ll never know. This happened in a smaller town, not a city.

Last fall I gave a stranger the last of my cash. I’d seen him in his old pickup out and about for a couple of days. He was picking up the black walnuts under the trees. I was coming back from a walk and he was parked under the old walnut tree across the street from my house. I said good morning and he replied pleasantly enough. But he seemed lost and I asked if everything was okay. He dropped his head and laughed a little before telling me he’d run out of gas. Since we’re only a mile from the gas station I asked him if he needed a gas can to go get some. He replied that he’d not have any money until he’d sold his walnuts. I then asked if he wanted to use my cell phone to call for help. He said there was no one to call. I said sorry and went across the street and into the house.

I watched him walk up and down by his truck for a few minutes before checking my purse for money, hoping I had a five stashed away somewhere. Nope, all I had was a twenty. I took the twenty and went back across the road. I asked if he’d be offended if I gave him money. He seemed vastly relieved as he took it, assuring me he’d return it as soon as he’d sold his walnuts. I told him no, he didn’t need to do that. I believe this man had a true need. Okay, I’ve been called a fool more than once. As most of you know, I live in a tiny rural town, no city here.



When I was a much younger person I lived in a larger city and not having a car, I had to walk three miles to the grocery store. As I was leaving the store one day with my bag of food and a gallon of milk, I realized I’d left my purse on the checkout counter. Right outside the double glass doors was an enclosed entry with a bench. I am way too trusting. Since the counter was right next to the door, I set the bag and milk down, stepped inside, grabbed my purse, walked back out and voila! My goodies were gone. Five seconds tops and they were gone. I ran outside to see if I could spot the thief, but no. They were gone in a flash.

Part 2 will continue on Monday. I have disabled comments and likes on this post. Please come back and read part two. Then I’d love to hear your opinions. :)

Update: Now that I’ve posted part 2, I’ve reopened likes and comments here.

Photos courtesy of:

Public domain



Blog Buddy Friday: David Prosser

DavidToday I’d like you to meet David Prosser over at barsetshirediaries. Or maybe to be more correct I should say Lord David. David hails from the UK and in his own words is a retired government worker. I adore this guy and his blog.

He’s a gifted writer and as the title of his blog indicates, it’s written in diary style, giving a rundown of his week day by day. Filled with humorous anecdotes, a few music videos and lovely photos of David, his family and adorable little Reuben, it’s a great place to hang out for awhile.

Go on over and introduce yourself to David and don’t forget to leave a hug. Like myself, David is a firm believer in the power of a nice hug. :)

Photo is not mine, it belongs to David.


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