To Dwell in Clutchpen

Pear Blossom

Emily Dickinson wrote, “I dwell in Possibility.”  Would you have guessed that it is a mere stone’s throw from Clutchpen?

A passing glance may suggest that nothing much happens in Clutchpen.  But closer inspection reveals that the columbines have done a year’s work as their seeds mature and scatter.

Columbine Seeds

Spring’s pear blossoms have given way to baby pears.

A Promise Of Pears

And elder is in bloom.

Elder Flowers

Clutchpenlings, Clutchpenfolk – whatever you wish to call them – are taking joy in the many Clutchpenny delights.  Long days, lightening bugs, good company, and good music, keep us in high spirits.

There is a lovely poem for June by James Russell Lowell.  Some excerpts:

AND what is so rare as a day in June?

Then, if ever, come perfect days;

Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune,

And over it softly her warm ear lays

(and my favorite)

Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how


Pasture Rose

Stop, enjoy the flowers, and write a good one!



To Dwell in Clutchpen — 11 Comments

  1. Great post. I love the new artwork and poetry. I’m going to renew my request for more frog and skunk drawings and request more poetry as well.

  2. Dearest Holly! I cannot even begin to tell you how much I love and cherish this site. It is a much needed and welcome respite for my eyes, mind, and soul!! Thank you so much for the beauty you bring.

    • Paige, your approval as a librarian (and treasured cousin) is worth a shelf of books to me. More sweetness and light is on the way!

  3. Holly, i’m just now slowing down enough to really admire all your pages here. It’s wonderful to enjoy these glimpses of the richness of your inner world. Thanks for sharing them!

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