A Secret Garden


I hope you have a moment to take a stroll in Line’s magical garden, alive with ladybugs, frogs, hedgehogs and grasshoppers. Grab a mug of tea (or coffee) and share some magic. Blessings, Brenda

Originally posted on The inscrutable paths of the spirit:

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A secret garden of roses red
And daffodils in flowerbeds
Apple trees with tiny blooms
Grasses green and meadows blue
Hidden pathways of pebbled rocks
Fairy trails of forget-me-nots
Tall dense hedges in tidy rows
Spurs of life and seeds that grow
Strawberries in crimson beds
Trees with plums all ripe and red
A fairy house in every nook
Under seashells by the brook
Little leaves a’ floating by
With passengers of the fairy kind
Baby robins in tiny nests
Taking their wings for a test
Anxious mothers standing by
Waiting for their babes to fly
Ladybugs are welcome too
For fleas and lice are their favorite foods
Little hedgehogs like to sleep
Behind the tall and unkempt weeds
Frogs that croak and mice that squeak
Grasshoppers with legs that tweak
Each coming day a new life arrives
And my secret garden comes alive
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Mystery Flower Quinzaine


I am small, yellow and round.
Where have you seen me?
What’s my name?

Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham


I offer this riddle, because I know many of you know lots more about plants than I do, and this is one I don’t recognize. I suspect it’s related to a buttercup, but it’s too short, only a few inches high, and buttercups usually bloom later in the summer. It looks a bit like wild lettuce, but it doesn’t have the thick greens of wild lettuce. Also, the flower is about an inch across, which is bigger than buttercups and wild lettuce. Can you name it?

This photograph is part of the Word A Week Photograph Challenge, by A Word in Your Ear. This week’s word is Round. You can see another entry at Cee’s Photography.

My riddle is also a second Quinzaine for the Paint the World with Words Poetry Prompt, Quinzaine. If you’re interested, you can find my other one at New Queen Quinzaine.

Sing for the Sweet Sweet Beauty of Love


I was thinking of song today, and of how things that are beautiful or new are like a song of color and joy. Then I saw this beautiful poem by Morgan, who also wrote about song. If you haven’t visited Morgan, I hope you will, she kindles hearts. I hope you feel the song in your heart today. Warmly, Brenda

Originally posted on booknvolume:

Sing for the Sweet Sweet Beauty of Love

Sing for the Sweet Sweet Beauty of Love,
Sing as the Lark’s Song Rising Above,
Sing in the Night when the Shadows Roar,
Sing in the Daytide’s Streaming colour,
Sing when Hate and Vice Hammer Down,
Sing when No one Else is Around,
Sing for the Sweet Sweet Beauty of Love,
Sing in Gentle Grace like the Mourning Dove,
Sing in Passion with Fire’s Ablaze,
Sing Endlessly, O Sing for Days!
Sing in Joy when the Heart is Sad,
Sing in Laughter when You cannot be Glad,
Sing Sing for the Sweet Sweet Beauty of Love,
Sing when there is Nothing at all to Sing Of!

Beautiful Original Artwork by: Nadia Strelkina

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New Queen Quinzaine


Today we crowned the Fae Queen.
Did you hear her sing
Like a lark?

Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham

Note: Inspired by Paint the World with Words Poetry Prompt, the Quinzaine, which is a form of three-lined, unrhymed poetry, taking the form of a statement with a question in one or two parts, with a syllable count, 7/5/3.

Sample Quinzaines:

Life holds new adventures
Will I fear it
or will I grab it?

Flower pictures please me so;
Is it the colors
Or the bees?






Playful Spring Etheree


Playful, hungry,
Hopping, chattering,
Finding bird feeder seed,
Darting to her Red Roof Inn.
Squirrels chase along high wires,
Chittering, chattering, fat from greed.
Thin bird chides them, twittering, fluttering.

Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham

Note: This poem is an etheree, for another or an explanation of the form, click here.

Sunday Trees 126 – Portico


Becca is embracing the fairy world with her wonderful poem. I hope you like it as much as I do!! We all need protection from the storms! Warmly, Brenda

Originally posted on "On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercup Tea":

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Fairies portico
Protection from world’s storms
Gentle breeze dries wings

Nestled among trees
Freedom to roam undetected
Treasures safeguarded

 More photos of Fairies Portico:  Sunday Trees – 126

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Did you?


Here is a new friend, with an enchanting quote and a few magical questions to make you rethink your day. Have a great week! Warmly, Brenda

Originally posted on Digital Gatherings:


Did you play with the fairies today?
Or grow angel wings
Braid the hair of a mermaid
Did you fly to the moon
or ride on a unicorn?

How is it possible that you are boared.
You have got so much things to do.

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Flash Fiction: Dandelion the Boggle

Dandelion the Boggle

Dandelion was not like other Boggles. Boggles, when still, look like tree stumps. They are wider than they are tall, and have thick woody legs and arms. Their heads are flat on top. They can run fast, shaking the earth with their heavy feet. Some Boggles carry sticks, banging them on the ground to scare small animals from the underbrush for their dinner.

But Dandelion did not like to run, he preferred to ponder the flowers. Instead of eating fish, dolphinis, squirrels or shrews, he liked to nibble moss and chew the tender bark of baby birch trees. One day, his twiggy fingers were wiggling out the pine nuts from a large cone when Fandang ran by, chasing a water rat and banging his Boggle stick. Dandelion froze in place, hoping Fandang would not notice him. Fandang always made fun of him.

Fandang dazed the rat with his stick, stuffed the limp rodent in a bark bag and turned to Dandelion with a sneer.

“You can unfreeze, Dandelion, I know you are not a stump!!” Fandang jeered. “Want some rat?” Fandang swung his bag near Dandelion’s head, which was home to several yellow dandelions. The bag knocked into a tall dandelion that had gone to seed, and the wind carried seeds up into the sunlight. Fandang struck at the seeds with his stick, but they floated easily away from it, bobbing higher in the turbulence.

“Fandang, why do you hunt rats? They don’t even taste good.” Dandelion asked his question softly, trying to make his question as light as dandelion fluff, but Fandang’s words still struck him heavily.

“Boggles eat meat.” Fandang thrust his flat head toward Dandelion. “Rats give me a fun run, and they don’t get away like those pesky dolphinis. You should eat meat!”

“Pine nuts are delicious, and I don’t miss meat.” Dandelion rubbed his bark nose.

Fandang gave a disgusted humIMG_6386ph. “You’re weird. Why did I have to have you for a brother?” Fandang ran off into the wetlands, squish-squashing as he neared Trickle Brook. Dandelion felt sad as he watched him go, but he munched a few pine nuts and contemplated some dwarf irises.

 To read more about Boggles, click here.

Copyright 2014 Brenda Davis Harsham

Inspired by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Fairy Tale Prompt #3.