my poem, "childhood"

childhood is buried deep within oneself, not hiding but sunken into a memory, a silent lane under weeping trees, small sparrows watching quietly in a hollow of the forest. childhood is a silly bear, whose eyes are filled with enchantment and endless running. it is the silken, fallen leaves whose language we have all but forgotten, save for the child whose heart is the forest and sea, who understands all languages of the earth and the skies.
childhood, that waundering life of color and landscape far above the moon's universe. the children in us wait, but live without us......until we turn to see our own smiling faces, the face of our child.

an old poem by me, "wild grasses"

their stare seems as if it were a foreign land, rustic coats wearing in dark and cold.

jumping children, light surrounding.....light enveloping, new and different and dangerous, but silly, children playing in spheres of white.

as wild grasses play under the tall, sleepy trees, i remember looking at the green, beautiful leaves and thinking they were perfect. they were happy and giggling.

a princess, playing in a play, pouring shakespeare from a dream.

winter and bears, cotton horses and water rippling with beams and glistenings.

winter and windows and light and memories.

and grey shadows, quiet

grey

shadows 

by Debbie Schramer

Amazing new movies out soon......

A green bower of peaceful rest......

Longing for nature.......

we spent 7 months living on the coast of washington while writing our second book fairy village and loved being so close to nature all of that time. now we are back in city and i find myself missing the quiet beauty of nature all around me. i still have never been to a place where i've truly felt at home though. i think i would feel that in england or france, but in the countryside not the city. i have had beautiful gardens and have felt my spirit go to another place when i have been in beautiful settings in nature, a beautiful retreat for my soul, but i know if i were to walk in the meadows and gardens and pathways in europe, i would feel at home at last.

Wonderful artist, Olivia Irvine

i found this incredible artist recently whose paintings so reflect my interpretation of life, too. i love the soft, ethereal colors she uses and the childlike, fairy tale quality of her work. i've looked at her paintings over and over again, they are so inspiring to me.

winter sadness

i am feeling very sad. i miss our sons and their families. we are so far away from them, i can't believe we moved so far away. i am hoping and trying to move back to the life i had and to have us all together again. i never thought when we were raising our sons that we would only see them a few times a year. it makes me very sad. i am hoping and praying that we can live closer again. i miss them and our granddaughters and their wives, too. they are all very special to me, more than anyone else.

More pictures of our vintage show booths and our new shop!!

These are some of our booth pictures and photos from our shop.