The Gardens at Middleton Place- Charleston SC

I captured the shots below while spending time at Middleton Place, exploring America’s oldest garden. I didn’t realize at the time the resolution on my iPhone had been set to low. Grr! I definitely want to visit again in the spring with better resolution and sunshine in view.  On this outing,  it became progressively cloudy and colder as the day went on. I imagine the landscape is especially stunning in warmer weather with all the flowers in bloom. 

“Charleston has a landscape that encourages intimacy and partisanship. I have heard it said that an inoculation to the sights and smells of the Carolina lowcountry is an almost irreversible antidote to the charms of other landscapes, other alien geographies. You can be moved profoundly by other vistas, by other oceans, by soaring mountain ranges, but you can never be seduced. You can even forsake the lowcountry, renounce it for other climates, but you can never completely escape the sensuous, semitropical pull of Charleston and her marshes.”

-Pat Conroy

Middleton Place

Some photos I took at historic Middleton Place in Charleston SC.  I apologize for the quality.  I didn’t realize until after that the resolution on my IPhone was on the lowest setting. In any event, the house and grounds are beautiful. I also made some new furry friends. Shh! Don’t tell Tucker. I’ll post photos from the gardens soon.  

I Hope You’re Happy

Y’all my hair has finally reach Lob status. Hooray.


Happy Momday. Yesterday we took a day trip to Columbia SC.  During our visit we toured the Robert Mills House and Gardens. Here’s some photos from the excursion, followed by music. This tune has a lot of meaning for me. It is my wish for you and everyone I love, those who remind and those who have moved on. I truly hope you all have happiness, tons of love, and everything.else good in the world. 💕


“I hope you’re happy

I hope you’re good

I hope you get what you wish for

And you’re well understood

And whatever your progress

I know you’ll be fine

Because I hope you’re happy

Even if you aren’t mine.”

Happy Halloween 

Greetings from Salem Massachusetts. Sharing a few pictures with you.  The first is this lovely hat I bought that was handmade in Naples. Adorable. The rest of the photos are self explanatory. Love to all.  Wishing you more treats than tricks 💕


Shadow Dancing


Be the howling moon
or the quiet wind.

Be Orion and his
starlight shield.

Be the road with no
street signs.

Be waylaid plans;
the lost map.

Arrive on the sidewalk
without knowing where
you are going.

Be the lightning bug.
The crickets,
telling secrets to
the air.

Be the couple walking
into the privacy of
nightfall,

Be their watch. Be
their hands.

Be the cafe always
open late, slide
into the flow of
the coffee.

Be the noodle slip
off the novice’s
chopsticks. The
soup disappearing
in the bowl

Be the siren in the
distance, the choir
music filtering
through the door of
St. Michael’s

Be the
patrons leaving the
bar.

Be the drink in their
glass. The holy water
they swim in.

Turn left.
or
Turn right.

Be the narrow streets,
the high beams on a
city bus. The cab called
they waved off.

Be the cracks in
the sidewalk, the steep
stairs leading 5 floors up.

Be the bright apartment
and the glow from the
lamp light coming through
the window. Want to be
that glow. See two bodies
sways.

Be the shadow behind the
shade.

-Tosha Michelle

The Awakening 


No longer content with the
winter life and its flannel
sleep. Self and it’s terms
finally meet

She wipes away
the frost from her soul
And sees spring illuminated
beyond the cold.
Sunlight the trinket she’s
always possesed
misplaced for awhile
shine from within.
Her sepia world
long deprived of green
become vibrant and
alive again.

She walks away in blue
with plenty of heart
by the light of her own
eyes, no longer needing
to find it in another.
The view defined by her,
and her alone.

-Tosha Michelle

Music for Friday 

A quote and a song for this lovely Friday.

“Nothing had changed. I was the stupid one again. I was the girl who never understood who she was to people.”
-Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home

And my musical selection. Wanna slow dance? 😜 I will step on your toes. Have a listen and a wonderful weekend. ❤️ Oh, and look y’all, another pair of new eyeglasses 😮