Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Respite Wednesday

A Berry Good Summer's Day
Why, Phoebe*, are you come so soon?
Where are your berries, child?
You cannot, sure, have sold them all,
You had your basket piled.

~~Nancy Dennis Sproat~~
(1766-1826)
The Blackberry Girl, Stanza 1

*I wanted to name my last daughter Phoebe, but my husband wouldn't consent to a name that he couldn't spell.

8 comments:

CONNIE said...

Are they from your yard? The blue transferware are to die for...Nice collection, Debbie!

Phoebe is a beautiful name. I was crazy about 'Phoebe Cates' when I was in college. I had her posters all over my bedroom. She was so beautiful.

Have a nice Wednesday. I'll be posting my Connecticut trip today. I'll do it @ work.


Happy Wednesday!

noble pig said...

OMG, I love that name but yes tricky spelling. I grew up next door to a Phoebe, lovely woman. You hardly hear the name anymore.

Beautiful shot.

CIELO said...

Good morning, Debbie... that is such a lovely sunny spot! It makes me want to be there, sit in a comfy chair and just be....

Enjoy the day

cielo

Becky said...

Feebee... no one would have to know.;-)

Elizabeth said...

I don't have much time to post lately, but I just love visiting your blog!!! :) Your pictures and writings are wonderful!

Laura ~Peach~ said...

lovely pretties you have there... pretty name but I like your hubby take issues with spelling at times... typing is a whole nother issue LOL.
Hugs Laura
ps.
Thank you for all your support and prayers they mean the world to me!

Karen Deborah said...

We have lots of Phoebe's out here,
some are spelled, Feebee, and some are spelled Pheebie, I can't remember any more tonight but you get the gist. Not being able to spell never stopped a southerner.

Jo said...

Everywhere I turn I find an oracle of beauty lurking in your home... surely your children are loathe to leave this place.