Elizabeth Melton Parsons

Writing~Art~Life


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Moving


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Sunrise-Daytona-Beach-FLThought I’d better let everyone know what’s been going on and why I’ve not been around much. As most of you already know, my husband was born and spent most of his life in Miami, Florida. And although I was born in Michigan, I spent a good deal of my childhood and early adult life in Homestead, Florida. My husband has been here in Indiana for about 12 years and for most of that time he’s been trying to convince me to move back to Florida. I wasn’t thrilled with the idea, but about a year and a half ago I finally said- “Okay, if that’s what you want, we’ll try to make it happen.”

I never realized what a long and drawn out adventure this would become. We hit the market at a great time. The economy hit Florida pretty hard, so homes were selling much more reasonably than I could ever remember them selling. First we had to decide on a location. I didn’t want to return to Homestead and my husband didn’t want to go back to Miami.  We decided Palm Bay was where we wanted to be. Unfortunately the homes we settled on looked lovely but had Chinese drywall installed. Since there weren’t a lot of older homes without the stuff, we made the decision to settle in Cocoa which is right across the intracoastal from Cocoa Beach and Merritt Island. A lovely little city. Unfortunately we weren’t able to get everything done around here soon enough and the few houses we were interested in sold. After that the real estate market in Cocoa and Merritt Island heated up and prices began to rise.

We didn’t want a total fixer so we moved our search up the coast to Titusville. The home we tried to buy there turned out to have serious foundation issues. A few others didn’t work out either. My husband had said he didn’t want to live in Daytona because the surfing wasn’t great there. (he’s a surfer) But I finally convinced him to do some research on the area and when he found out Daytona Beach is only 10 miles from Ponce Inlet, he was all for it. After many home inspections and appraisals we finally managed to purchase a cute little ranch style 3.5 miles from the beach. I’m in the process of sorting, packing and cleaning. I plan to leave in about a week. But I’m also having some dental work done. Depending on how that goes the trip may have to be postponed a little. I don’t know when I’ll be back to posting on a more regular basis, but I’ll try to take some pictures to post once I’m settled. Love and hugs to you all. ❤ Elizabeth


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I’ll Be Seeing You

As you can see this is not a blog buddy Friday post. I just want everyone to know that there are some changes happening in my life at the moment and I won’t be around for a while. I don’t know how long this hiatus will be. I’ll miss you guys and if possible I may come on from time to time and repost something from the archives or some art. Now you kiddos be good. No fighting. Here’s another piece of art before I go. (sorry for the horrible photo) Bye for now. 🙂 ❤

Autumn Stream

Autumn Stream – Oil on canvas

 


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More Art


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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.

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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


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Monday Morning

Monday Morning

Monday Morning

The beginning of a new week–the beginning of–well, new beginnings. I think I’d like to start this year over. First, I’ve made a decision about my blog buddy posts. A blog is kind of like a big party. You go and meet new people, sometimes it’s an instant attraction and you become life long friends or just friendly acquaintances. Whichever, it’s a satisfying experience for you both. That was my purpose in starting the blog buddy thing. I still like the idea. The problem is I was going to leave myself out of the party. That’s something no good hostess would ever do so I’m reducing the blog buddy posts to every Friday when possible. I hope this will help introduce you to some wonderful new bloggers, as well as show my appreciation for all the hard work you put into your blogs and for the support you’ve given me. My personal, random posting will continue as before. In light of that, I’m posting some sunrise shots I snapped this morning and some shots from Christmas that I’d posted on Facebook, but hadn’t shared here. Eric made an old west gingerbread saloon and a fresh pine wreath for the fence. Click the photos for larger images.

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For Claudette

Once again I’m posting my remembrance poem in honor of a lost loved one. First I’d like thank all of you for your beautiful, thoughtful comments and prayers. I’m taking this week, then I’ll be back. ❤

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Claudette

Remember Me

Remember me_

not as a date or time,

but as a person.

Remember me_ 

I was weakI was strong.

I was afraidI was brave.

Remember me_

I had wantsI had desires.

I had needsI had goals.

Remember me_

not as an event in history,

but as an individual.

Remember me_ 

I lived I loved,

I laughedI danced.

Remember me_

ÓElizabeth Melton Parsons