Sunday....what a beautiful clear, Autumn day. Here are a few pictures from my back yard.

THE ROSE OF TRALEE

The pale moon was rising above the green mountains,
The sun was declining beneath the blue sea,
When I stray'd with my love to the pure crystal fountain
That stands in the beautiful vale of Tralee.

She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer, Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that won me,
Oh, no, 'twas the truth in her eyes ever beaming
That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee.
The cool shades of evening their mantle were spreading,
And Mary, all smiling, was list'ning to me.
The moon through the valley her pale rays was shedding
When I won the heart of the Rose of Tralee.

Tho' lovely and fair as the rose of the summer,
Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that won me,
Oh, no, 'twas the truth in her eyes ever beaming

That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee.

from '1000 Years of Irish Poetry' edited by Kathleen Hoagland

Wow! is it only Tuesday??? Work has been very busy and sometimes
(well, honestly..... always) stressful lately. I am usually exhausted by Wednesday.
Today seemed like a good "Margarita" night, so Mike and I went to
Fiesta Cancun, our local Mexican Resturant.
It feels like "Cheers" when we go there....you know...... "where everybody knows your name"
Does this mean we go there a little too often?????

I am looking forward to tomorrow...I only work half a day. Time to get a few things done. I want to get some items posted on Etsy...maybe tomorrow would be a good day.

On a brighter note, here are some wonderful things I have picked up at our local Thrift lately. If any one is interested in them...please email me at mapleridgevintage@yahoo.com

I must admit....I am a old paper junkie!!!! I love to scope out any old books, photos and miscellaneous ephemera. Here are a few images for you to enjoy!

Some of you may have noticed that I have changed my blog template a few times. This is a work in progress....I think I finally like this one.

The Flight of Summer

So gently did the sweet Summer pass me by,
So lovely was the smile she cast,
Lulled by her beauty I
Scarce knew she passed.

I only caught a gleaming in the West
That must have been her trailing gown,
When night, unwelcome guest,
Came swooping down.

O little star! thy pale and quivering face
Proclaims that thou didst never see
Another with her grace
And melody.

Beneath some sky that Loveliness
Shall float upon the waving wheat,
And other ears shall bless
Those carols sweet!

So haste ye winds that blow where'er ye list,
Unseen through all the changeful years
And tell her that ye kissed
Those falling tears.

Fair star, the hour is late; our dreary lot
Come let us strive to drown in sleep,
I in my lonely cot,
Thou in the deep.