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Old Town Scottsdale For History, Art, And Cuisine

March 7, 2017 3 Comments

Old Town Scottsdale

Old Town Scottsdale

Old Town Scottsdale

Old Town Scottsdale

The small section of town known as Old Town Scottsdale includes a park, a history museum, and a performing arts center.  The retail establishments are known for western art and Mexican imports.  Native American jewelry and pottery can be purchased, as well as contemporary cowboy and cowgirl fashion. There is a popular farmers’ market on Saturday morning, and many bars and restaurants are scattered throughout the area.  Many of the businesses have been in the same location for decades. It is a tourist destination for winter visitors, especially baseball fans who come for Spring Training.

I visited recently for a photo shoot capture some architectural and botanical images, and brunch.  I stopped at the centrally located information booth run by Downtown Ambassadors to ask a few questions.  I inquired about the Mexican food dining options within walking distance.  Susan Sentner and her sidekick Joyce were on duty greeting visitors.  They were a wealth of knowledge as well as welcoming, warm, and witty.  They helped me locate the perfect brunch for me at the Mission, and furnished me with a list of all the public art in Old Town. I had fun swapping stories with these friendly ladies.  They greatly enhanced my knowledge of Old Town as well as my enjoyment of it.  After my delightful meal I had run out of time to photograph all the public art pieces.  I have saved the list and map for a future project when I return for my next visit.

Joy and Susan

Joy and Susan

There are volunteer ambassadors to greet and guide visitors at information carts located at both Main St & Brown Avenue and at 5th Avenue and Stetson, seven days a week, from October through May. They are proud of their city and have valuable insights to share with guests.  If you go to Old Town make sure you take advantage of their free services to make the most of your visit. They know everything.

 

Blacksmith

Blacksmith

Blacksmith

Blacksmith

Old Town Scottsdale

Old Town Scottsdale

Old Town Scottsdale

Old Town Scottsdale

#WeekendCoffeeShare Tempe Edition

March 4, 2017 9 Comments

If we were having coffee today I would invite you to sit by the pool at my fabulous air bnb accommodation in lovely Tempe, AZ. I am visiting the home of the Sun Devils because I love this town, even though the ASU/UofA traditional rivalry demands that I not.  I have no wildcat loyalty, except during basketball season.  I am glad to show you around this history filled place to share the reasons I find it so fascinating.  I think you will agree that Tempe is worth a visit.  We will stop at Tempe Farmers Market for our take out coffee and then take off for the Desert Botanical Garden for a special festive day.

I came up this weekend to attend a big opening party at the Desert Botanical Garden for a new butterfly pavilion.  I am dressed in my Tucson Botanical Garden Frida shirt so I can be easily identified as a Tucsonan.  I plan to spend the greater part of the day at the gardens, which are extensive and have good wifi throughout the space.  I have a reservation to eat brunch at the restaurant inside the garden.  This will be the kind of solo travel day that really makes me happy.  I can stay as long as I want, which is always much longer than any other person wants to stay at a botanical garden.

Thanks for going to the party at the Desert Botanical Gardens with me today.  I was particularly delighted that a group of artists were painting all over the garden.  They all had different styes and personalities. It added a wonderful dimension to the already great day. I enjoyed every moment of the time.  I took a real camera as well as two iPods, and used them all.  I am very pleased with the volume of photos, as well as the quality.  I plan to use some for fiction and poetry inspiration in the future.  I hope you also had a good time seeing all the wildflowers and cacti in bloom.  The desert is a flamboyant place, especially in the springtime.

Let’s take a break in the shade and enjoy some lunch at Gertrude’s Restaurant, inside the garden. I want to hear what is happening in your life.  What is happening with your writing these days.  Do you have new projects? How is the seasonal change where you live (if you are not at the equator)?  I enjoy keeping up with the coffee crowd.  If you, gentle reader, want to take part in this digital coffee drinking party each weekend, check in with Nerd In the Brain.  Please feel free to read, comment, or submit your own coffee share post here.  The group is diverse, worldly, and sophisticated.

#WeekendCoffeeShare

#WeekendCoffeeShare

 

 

 

#WritePhoto Enchanted Spring

March 2, 2017 10 Comments

enchanted spring

enchanted spring

Before we leave on the long pilgrimage to our forefathers’ homeland we gather vessels to fill with the water from the magical spring. Although it is heavy to carry on the slippery mountain trails we consider the water to be lucky. It is pure and clear, arising form deep within the earth, filtered through the sandy aquifer, arriving crystal clear and delicious. In the old days there was a superstition about drinking the water to be invited to return. When visitors arrived in the town that were undesirable to the townspeople they were all given beer to drink. The locals believed that once a person drank water from their enchanted spring, they would never leave. They had discovered this the hard way, and wanted to keep their precious resource to themselves.  They became isolationists just when the rest of the world was hooking up with transportation, commerce, trade, and immigration.  The elders wanted to maintain the purity of the water as well as the people’s thoughts.

These purity campaigns rarely result in a better environment.  Somehow the strict rules, the isolation and control of learning, social recreation, and dress customs, had the effect for freezing time.  The population survived, but only through sacrifice and very hard labor.  They freely allowed anyone to leave, but continued to tell strangers there was no water in town, only beer.  After a while the visitors stopped and the population dwindled.  The few old true believers still living in the area were now too feeble to climb up to fetch the water from the spring for themselves, and nobody was left to do it for them.  The enchantment was now completely wasted on them because it was just out of their reach.  It was still flowing copiously as it had done for centuries, but only a handful of people even knew where the spring was.

When the last surviving elder was on his last legs a young girl wandered into town and asked for a drink of water.  The old man broke down in tears while asking her who she was.  She replied that she was a descendent of someone who had lived in the village in the previous century.  She had heard stories about the miracle cures and the enchantment of the spring water that was legendary.  She came because she was curious.  She had fought through some dense forrest to arrive, traveling alone.  She carried with her a copper cup with some inscribed symbols and a name.  This cup had once belonged to her ancestor who left the village to live in the modern world.  Now her curiosity about the cup brought her to this undiscovered part of her inheritance.  The old man saw the cup hanging from her belt and asked to see it.  He recognized the clan symbols inscribed on the side, but when he drew the copper close to his eyes he was able to see the name.  He overflowed with emotion as he read the name of his own maternal great-grandmother on the cup. This was the last miracle the spring delivered to him.  He perished in tears of grief and relief after he showed this youthful distant relative how to find the trail to the spring. When she returned with her vessels full of water, his body had turned to a pile of colored dust. She realized he had been sustaining his own life with leftover magic from the time when he could still climb to the spring to wait for her arrival.  He had fulfilled his duty, and spent all of his extra lives. Now the responsibility was hers to share the enchantment of the spring.  Her hike back out of the forrest was somber indeed.

This short fiction is written based on the fabulous photo prompt from Sue Vincent.  Please join us to read, comment, or submit your own take on this picture.

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A Month Of Snail Mail

February 28, 2017 1 Comment

#InCoWriMo supplies

#InCoWriMo supplies

Today is the last day of #InCoWriMo, International Correspondence Writing Month. I just achieved one of my goals, which was to use all the 37 cent stamps I inherited form my mother in 2008. I had 18 left, and used them on an international package. Now I will be able to use forever stamps forever.  I found out about this month by associating with some bullet journal people on social media. They write down and draw in their journals to be more creative and archive ideas for writing.  I started the BuJu-ing, but am not very prolific with the journalling.  I might get into it, because it is a very valid way to stimulate creativity.

I do make some iPad art, digital style, but have thought for a while the manual side of my skill set has been left to atrophy.  Indeed, my cursive writing has become a thing of the past. I will never be able to compete with the pen pals with beautiful handwriting, but pen pals don’t compete.  I have found that waiting to see what is in the mailbox as well as composing an artful response has become a real joy. I have just barely made a dent in the card collection with which I started the month. Inspired by my BuJu and calligraphy pals, I have bought some finger color ink and some sealing wax to make my mail more exciting and individual.  Some new designer stamps will arrive in the mail soon, and today I purchased some international stamps to keep in touch with my new friends in Canada and England.  The handwritten mail reveals more about the sender than digital communication.  I have instantly become fond of my letter writing friends. I plan to write to them until all the cards are gone.

I have met artists of various kinds, gardeners, crochet and knitting crafters, a book binder, and many who are into botany and botanical gardens.  I mentioned my botanical interests when I publicly listed my mailing address, so I attracted many like minded plant lovers. Now a group has been formed on Facebook for a combination of correspondence and poetry for the month of April.  I think I can get behind that challenge also, since I already write 30 poems in 30 days for #NaPoWriMo in April.  I might be really cool to write them out and decorate them ..and send them away in the mail.  It is really kind of mysterious.  I like many retro trends, but am surprised by how much I delight in this one.  Do you write snail mail, gentle reader?  I am still collecting addresses, so if you want a card..or possibly a poem, in the snail mail, give me your mailing address here.  I would never share it with anyone else.

New Moon Solar Eclipse 2/26/17

February 27, 2017 1 Comment

Tune in to the eclipse. Go inward for the answers.

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The New Moon is always an intuitive phase. Set the best most hope full intentions because under this New Moon Solar eclipse [today, 959am, Northern Hemisphere ], the tone will be set for the new few months ahead. This is a time to look ahead with promise. This Solar eclipse energy will be intense yet hopeful. The Sun brightens and illuminates. The Moon will be absorbing all the “info” that the luminary has for us. Use this time to get your “download”. Perhaps take a moment to write out your intentions. Your hopes. Your dreams. What are the FEELINGS that you have about this new chapter? What new essence do you need in order to manifest these things? The Manifestation portal is opening with this Solar New Moon eclipse.
Pisces energy is naturally about intuition and reflection anyway. Always in search of deeper meaning. Get into that flow. Think of…

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#WeekendCoffeeShare, Spring Farming

February 25, 2017 8 Comments

If we were having coffee I would invite you to once again sit by the wood stove, which has been cranked up for a couple of days. This short cold snap may be the last time we need to burn wood this year. The quick warm up has caused all the trees to go into blossom mode. My peach tree is in bloom, and the apricot and grapefruit are budding up. Since I still had a large crop of ruby-red grapefruit on the tree I needed to act quickly to get them picked. It stresses the tree and the fruit will start to lose weight if I leave it much longer. I picked about 100 pounds, and took them to the farmers market. I am a member of a coop sponsored by our food bank that allows us to drop off our produce to be sold at the coop table.

It is great because small growers who do not produce enough to want to rent their own table use the coop to sell their fruits, herbs, and vegetables. I joined last year when I had too many grapefruit at the end of the season, and think it is a wonderful service to the community.  I take extra herbs and citrus that turn out to be more than we can use.  Others are doing it to increase income from home gardening.  I came back to the market at the perfect time!! Tomorrow there will be a party at a brewery downtown hosted by the Arizona Small Scale Farmers Alliance, a ranger and farmer meet up.  This will be a very fun event for me.  I plan to attend and find out what is happening in local farmer land.  I have also made my plans for wildflower safari to Tempe and Scottsdale in the beginning of March.  One of my Air bnb hosts up there has a miniature farm with free range chickens and organic gardens.  Guests are invited and encouraged to eat the produce and eggs.  That will be interesting to see as well as taste. I want to see what farmers do in Scottsdale.

My trip to Maricopa County will include the opening of a new butterfly pavilion at the Desert Botanical Gardens for which they are having a party.  It will be wildflower as well as citrus bloom season up there, so the sights and scents will be very exciting.  On Sunday I will visit the Museum of the Musical Instrument, where I will see the exhibits at leisure the attend a classical matinée concert by the Phoenix Symphony.    There are special exhibits about 20th century guitar art, and another about Woodie Guthrie. I could easily spend an entire day there.   I am enthusiastically looking forward to my weekend away, not very far from home.  I plan to purposely take some botanical/architectural images to use later as prompts for poetry or fiction.  There will be plenty of subject matter from which to choose.  I am still writing fiction once a week to Sue Vincent’s photo prompts, which gave me the idea to capture a few of my own for future use. April is poetry month and I always use an image with each of the 30 poems, so might as well prepare.

If we were having coffee I would be seriously pushing the grapefruit juice, and sending a few fruits home with you when you go.  I want to hear about your week and writing projects.  I know many of you are still in winter, and are probably getting tired of it.  My early spring farming issues might not inspire much sympathy if you are still snowed in.  Think of it this way.  Soon you will be able to enjoy the blaze of color and flash of Phoenician spring without leaving home.  I will bring it to you on coffee share. I only wish I could transmit the amazing aroma of citrus in bloom.  It is sweet and uplifting beyond measure.  Thank you for visiting this week. Take some spring vibes home with you.

If you want to join other writers and digital beverage drinkers visit Nerd In The Brain to hook up with stories from around the globe each weekend.  Feel free to read, comment, enjoy, or submit a post of your own here.

#WeekendCoffeeShare

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#WritePhoto Water Under The Bridge

February 23, 2017 7 Comments

beneath-the-bridge

beneath-the-bridge

Jumping along on stepping-stones, making an effort to stay dry, we cross the stream and climb the hill on the other side. Our party had broken up early because a sudden thunder-storm toppled the picnic table and sent the folding chairs flying everywhere.  Collecting our belongings and soggy food we ran for cover.  We found shelter beneath a railroad bridge that had been abandoned, and was crumbling into ruins.

This was once the busy main line that connected the industrial cities with the farms in the rules countryside.  Passengers and freight traveled regularly on this railroad for both commercial and recreational purposes.  Many wealthy city folks owned large estates in the country that employed hundreds of servants and maintenance staff.  They came out for the weekends to fox hunt and throw lavish house parties. As the aristocracy lost fame and fortune, only the royals could afford such extravagances.  The big houses were abandoned one by one.  There was no work for butlers or maids, and few servants had other skills to sustain them. Everyone moved away from the area in order to find work or live within their reduced means.

The muddy water rushed down from above, carrying debris and some loose toys and lawn furniture and skeleton remains  that had been swept away in the torrential downpour.  The waste that society creates floated by in the current.  Our history, our ancestors’ skills and dreams, were washed away before our eyes.  When the sun came out again our spirits were still dampened.  We slowly emerged from our muddy perch to search for our companions.  The happy picnic by the brook had become a somber reminder of sudden quirks of fate.

This story is an interpretation of this weeks photo prompt by Sue Vincent.  Please visit to contribute or meet other writers here.

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#writephoto

Say It In Latin, Fiat Justitia

February 22, 2017 4 Comments

The term fiat justitia (et ruat caelum) means let justice be done (though the heavens fall).  In other words, justice is the most important of all things to be done.  In our society justice has been left to wither and die.  Social injustice has overcome the masses and the inequity of income inequality is taken for granted.  The vast majority of the American population has little knowledge of finances or government.  They have no political will, so to speak, because the lack the education to discern right from wrong and lawful from criminal. They have been trampled by unjust and corrupt institutions that no longer have legitimate authority.  We are in a crisis of ignorance. This volatile time in history will certainly change the world. The question is, will we wake up in time to make a change for the better?

We have been hypnotized to believe that justice is no longer possible.  I like what this trippy Irish guy has to say about this.  We are our own judges, gentle readers.

Robert the Bruce, 21st Great-Grandfather

February 21, 2017 15 Comments

birthplace, Turnberry Castle

birthplace, Turnberry Castle

This is one of the ways I descend from the famous badass, Robert the Bruce:

Robert Bruce (1274 – 1329)
21st great-grandfather
Marjorie Bruce (1297 – 1316)
daughter of Robert Bruce
Robert II, King of Scotland, Stewart (1316 – 1390)
son of Marjorie Bruce
Robert Scotland Stewart (1337 – 1406)
son of Robert II, King of Scotland, Stewart
James I Scotland Stewart (1394 – 1434)
son of Robert Scotland Stewart
Joan Stewart (1428 – 1486)
daughter of James I Scotland Stewart
John Gordon (1450 – 1517)
son of Joan Stewart
Robert Lord Gordon (1475 – 1525)
son of John Gordon
Catherine Gordon (1497 – 1537)
daughter of Robert Lord Gordon
Lady Elizabeth Ashton (1524 – 1588)
daughter of Catherine Gordon
Capt Roger Dudley (1535 – 1585)
son of Lady Elizabeth Ashton
Gov Thomas Dudley (1576 – 1653)
son of Capt Roger Dudley
Anne Dudley (1612 – 1672)
daughter of Gov Thomas Dudley
John Bradstreet (1652 – 1718)
son of Anne Dudley
Mercy Bradstreet (1689 – 1725)
daughter of John Bradstreet
Caleb Hazen (1720 – 1777)
son of Mercy Bradstreet
Mercy Hazen (1747 – 1819)
daughter of Caleb Hazen
Martha Mead (1784 – 1860)
daughter of Mercy Hazen
Abner Morse (1808 – 1838)
son of Martha Mead
Daniel Rowland Morse (1838 – 1910)
son of Abner Morse
Jason A Morse (1862 – 1932)
son of Daniel Rowland Morse
Ernest Abner Morse (1890 – 1965)
son of Jason A Morse
Richard Arden Morse (1920 – 2004)
son of Ernest Abner Morse
Pamela Morse
I am the daughter of Richard Arden Morse

Robert The Bruce was born on 11 July 1274, probably in Turnberry Castle. He was descended from Scots, Gaelic and English nobility. His mother, Countess Marjorie of Carrick, was heir to a Gaelic earldom.

Robert’s grandfather, Robert Bruce ‘The Competitor’, was one of the claimants to the Scots throne. Bruce’s father, Robert de Brus of Annandale, fought in Wales for Edward I, was made governor of Carlisle Castle and fought on Edward’s side at the Battle of Dunbar in 1296. The Bruces refused to support John Balliol’s kingship and stayed close to Edward I. Balliol gave Bruce lands to the Comyns.

In 1298 Robert the Bruce became a guardian of Scotland alongside his great rival John ‘Red’ Comyn of Badenoch, and William Lamberton, Bishop of St Andrews. When Bruce and Comyn quarrelled Bruce resigned as guardian. In 1302 Bruce submitted to Edward I and returned ‘to the King’s peace’. Bruce married Elizabeth de Burgh.

Robert the Bruce’s father died in 1304. Bruce now had a viable claim to the throne. On 10 February 1306 Bruce met John Comyn of Badenoch at Greyfriars Kirk in Dumfries. A fight broke out, daggers were drawn and Bruce killed Red Comyn by the altar. The Pope excommunicated Bruce but Robert Wishart, Bishop of Glasgow, absolved him and made plans for Bruce to quickly take the throne. On 27 March 1306, Isobel of Fife, Countess of Buchan, crowned Bruce at Scone. His inauguration was small and hastily arranged but Robert Bruce was now King of Scots.

To Edward I the usurper King Robert was a rebel to be crushed. Edward’s reprisals were swift and brutal. Bruce was defeated at Methven. His wife, daughter and sisters were captured and imprisoned in England. Countess Isobel was locked in an iron cage at Berwick while Bruce’s brothers were hanged, drawn and beheaded. Bruce fled Edward’s wrath and spent a long winter hiding on the islands off the west coast and Ireland.

Bruce began a guerrilla war and struck at his enemies. His forces defeated Edward’s men at Glen Trool and Loudon Hill, then Edward I finally died in July 1307 – Bruce now faced Longshanks’ son, Edward II.

Bruce attacked his Scots enemies – destroying Comyn strongholds along the Great Glen and harrowing Buchan and the north east. His men cut a bloody swathe through Galloway and the south west.

One by one Scotland’s castles fell to Bruce and his supporters. Bruce had the castles ‘slighted’ – walls were torn down and defences were raised to the ground – the fortresses were made useless to an invading English army. As more castles fell more nobles pledged support to Bruce.

In 1314 Bruce watched Edward II’s army march toward Stirling Castle. Edward II had been given a year to relieve the besieged English force at Stirling or surrender the castle. Their forces met at the Battle of Bannockburn on 23 and 24 June 1314. Thousands died as the Scots defeated Edward’s army. The river was choked with the dead as Edward II fled the field and returned to England.

Bannockburn was not the end of Bruce’s struggle but it was a turning point. Captured English nobles were traded for his family and King Robert I gained international recognition. The Scots took the final English stronghold at Berwick in 1318 but Edward II still claimed overlordship of Scotland. Two years later the Scots sent a letter to the Pope – the Declaration of Arbroath – as part of an ongoing battle of words.

In 1327 Edward II was deposed by his Queen, Isabella. He was murdered in captivity. The English made peace with the Scots and renounced their claim of overlordship. The Black Rood, taken by Edward I, was returned to the Scots. It seemed that Bruce had finally won.

Robert the Bruce retired to Cardross near Dumbarton on the Firth of Clyde. He lived peacefully in a comfortable mansion house until his death on 7 June 1329. He asked that James Douglas take his heart on crusade. Bruce’s body was buried at Dunfermline Abbey, by his wife Elizabeth’s side, beneath an alabaster tomb. Bruce’s heart was finally buried at Melrose Abbey.

In the 1370s the Scots poet John Barbour wrote of Bruce, the hero-king, in ‘The Brus’.

Robert I, known as Robert the Bruce, was the king of the Scots who secured Scotland’s independence from England.

Here is another lineage:

Robert I “The Bruce” Bruce, King of Scotland (1274 – 1329)
21st great-grandfather
Margaret Bruce (1307 – 1346)
daughter of Robert I “The Bruce” Bruce, King of Scotland
John Glen (1349 – 1419)
son of Margaret Bruce
Isabel Glen (1380 – 1421)
daughter of John Glen
Isabel Ogilvie (1406 – 1484)
daughter of Isabel Glen
Elizabeth Kennedy (1434 – 1475)
daughter of Isabel Ogilvie
Isabella Vaus (1451 – 1510)
daughter of Elizabeth Kennedy
Marion Accarson (1478 – 1538)
daughter of Isabella Vaus
Catherine Gordon (1497 – 1537)
daughter of Marion Accarson
Lady Elizabeth Ashton (1524 – 1588)
daughter of Catherine Gordon
Capt Roger Dudley (1535 – 1585)
son of Lady Elizabeth Ashton
Gov Thomas Dudley (1576 – 1653)
son of Capt Roger Dudley
Anne Dudley (1612 – 1672)
daughter of Gov Thomas Dudley
John Bradstreet (1652 – 1718)
son of Anne Dudley
Mercy Bradstreet (1689 – 1725)
daughter of John Bradstreet
Caleb Hazen (1720 – 1777)
son of Mercy Bradstreet
Mercy Hazen (1747 – 1819)
daughter of Caleb Hazen
Martha Mead (1784 – 1860)
daughter of Mercy Hazen
Abner Morse (1808 – 1838)
son of Martha Mead
Daniel Rowland Morse (1838 – 1910)
son of Abner Morse
Jason A Morse (1862 – 1932)
son of Daniel Rowland Morse
Ernest Abner Morse (1890 – 1965)
son of Jason A Morse
Richard Arden Morse (1920 – 2004)
son of Ernest Abner Morse
Pamela Morse
I am the daughter of Richard Arden Morse

Both connect with Anne Dudley, my famous poet ancestor. One went through the Gordons for many generations, and the other went though the Kennedy family.

Robert's grave

Robert’s grave

Robert was born on 11 July 1274 into an aristocratic Scottish family. Through his father he was distantly related to the Scottish royal family. His mother had Gaelic antecedents. Bruce’s grandfather was one of the claimants to the Scottish throne during a succession dispute in 1290 – 1292. The English king, Edward I, was asked to arbitrate and chose John Balliol to be king. Both Bruce and his father refused to back Balliol and supported Edward I’s invasion of Scotland in 1296 to force Balliol to abdicate. Edward then ruled Scotland as a province of England.

Bruce then supported William Wallace’s uprising against the English. After Wallace was defeated, Bruce’s lands were not confiscated and in 1298, Bruce became a guardian of Scotland, with John Comyn, Balliol’s nephew and Bruce’s greatest rival for the Scottish throne In 1306, Bruce quarrelled with Comyn and stabbed him in a church in Dumfries. He was outlawed by Edward and excommunicated by the pope. Bruce now proclaimed his right to the throne and on 27 March was crowned king at Scone. The following year, Bruce was deposed by Edward’s army and forced to flee. His wife and daughters were imprisoned and three of his brothers executed. Robert spent the winter on the island off the coast of Antrim (Northern Ireland).

Returning to Scotland, Robert waged a highly successful guerrilla war against the English. At the Battle of Bannockburn in June 1314, he defeated a much larger English army under Edward II, confirming the re-establishment of an independent Scottish monarchy. Two years later, his brother Edward Bruce was inaugurated as high king of Ireland but was killed in battle in 1318. Even after Bannockburn and the Scottish capture of Berwick in 1318, Edward II refused to give up his claim to the overlordship of Scotland. In 1320, the Scottish earls, barons and the ‘community of the realm’ sent a letter to Pope John XXII declaring that Robert was their rightful monarch. This was the ‘Declaration of Arbroath’ and it asserted the antiquity of the Scottish people and their monarchy.

Four years later, Robert received papal recognition as king of an independent Scotland. The Franco-Scottish alliance was renewed in the Treaty of Corbeil, by which the Scots were obliged to make war on England should hostilities break out between England and France. In 1327, the English deposed Edward II in favour of his son and peace was made with Scotland. This included a total renunciation of all English claims to superiority over Scotland. Robert died on 7 June 1329. He was buried at Dunfermline. He requested that his heart be taken to the Holy Land, but it only got as far as Spain. It was returned to Scotland and buried in Melrose Abbey.

#WeekendCoffeeShare Wildflower Wanderlust

February 19, 2017 5 Comments

desert in bloom

desert in bloom

If we were having coffee today I would invite you to sit by the wood stove, which has been burning all night because it is cold, and raining again. This winter has been the best rainy time we have had in Arizona for years. The rain has fallen gently and steadily here this year. Erosion is minimal because the water sinks into the soil when it is not a big sudden chubasco. We are doing better than Southern California, where the terrain is steep, and the ground is saturated with water. The coast is land-sliding into the sea, which is a big freak out. For Arizona, we are recovering from major draught, but are still in it.   The African daisies are in bloom in people’s yards here in the city, and the desert will soon be completely in bloom because of the wet weather.

Please sit back and let me serve you some coffee or tea to keep you warm.  Tell me what is happening in your world and your writing.  Are you making progress on your writing goals?  I am keeping up with my once a week fiction writing, still threatening to break out into more than once a week.  I wrote a dream sequence this week which was fun.  I am also keeping up with my pen pal exchange in #InCoWriMo.  I was happy that some of you here gave me your addresses so I can send you real snail mail.  The month of February is not over, so if you want mail in your box please give me your address here.  I have no reason to share it or use if for any other reason, so your secret is safe with me.

Many of my pen pals have a common interest in gardening and botanical gardens.  I have received cute miniature water color of flowers, and other wonderful gardening themed correspondence.  One of my fabulous pen pals is the educational director of the Buffalo, NY Botanical Garden.  I am really enjoying this exchange.  It has made me think about botany around the country, and the arrival of spring.  Our wild flower and flowering tree season is a super quick flash of vibrant color that increases in intensity in direct proportion to the amount of rain in the winter.  I have both driven through and flown in a small plane over wildflower displays that have truly taken away my breath.  The California desert has some very exotic and super psychedelic plants that bloom when there has been rain, so this year will be a spectacular show of nature’s fashion.  Arizona will be very colorful also.  This has moved me to start checking into Air BnB availability, and think about itineraries.  My favorite spa is in Desert Hot Springs, right down the hill from Joshua Tree National Park, one of the most exotic landscapes in the world.  I love to be there in the spring when everything is blooming.  I have not decided if I will go, but I am starting to dream about it, so chances are good that I will do at least a short wildflower trip.  I could just go down the hill to Tempe, and I could catch a lot of seasonal color, as well as see what is up at the Desert Botanical Garden, which has plenty of blooms itself.

Do you go on botany excursions, for fall color, dogwoods, or wildflowers, gentle reader? You don’t have to be a botanist to enjoy them.

Our weekend coffee share has moved to Nerd In the Brain.  Please join this jovial and talented group of digital beverage guzzling writers who get together on the weekend to share our thoughts.  You are welcome to read, comment, or contribute to the movable feast here. Thanks for stopping by today.

#WeekendCoffeeShare

#WeekendCoffeeShare