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Spring colors


This is a different way to look 

at the brightest pink flowers

and one very still butterfly.

(Like a tube of toothpaste

squeezed in every direction!)

~ ~ ~

“Little Beauties”

by Robin O. Cochran

“Chasing the little butterflies

who flitted around in circles

and rising straight up into air,

like busy helicopters.

~  ~  ~

I grew weary and decided to 

act like a Zen master,

breathe in . . . breathe out.

I could forgo my needs

putting others first.”

– – –

Summary of event:

The crowded butterfly room 

in our Columbus, Ohio

Franklin Park Conservatory

meant being careful not

to bump anyone nor

step on any toes!

x   x   x

Photo of real butterfly

and living palm tree,

beside bright flowers

created all kinds of

“happy dances” 

in my brain!

Does anyone know

flower’s name?

Winter’s emerging pale colors


Gray, slate blue, baby blue

~~~ Skies ~~~

Swath of peach melba,

just enough to barely see.

Grainy green, scratchy tan grass.

Branches reaching, touching

corner of brilliant pine green.

Just a thought or two to

set your mind at ease.

Mild weather with

no storms ahead.

~ by reocochran xo

Sweet Caroline lyrics:

(Neil Diamond)

“Touching me,

Touching you.”

Happy birthday

dear Feb. 12th

famous people:

Abraham Lincoln,

Charles Darwin,

Lorne Greene,

Arsenio Hall!

(and others.)

🎂    🍾    🎁    

Tripod weathervane or windmill


Sunday Sayings:

The Meaning of Life

“The greatest thing is to give thanks

for everything. He who has learned

this knows what it means to live. 

He has penetrated the whole 

mystery of life; giving 

thanks for everything.”

~ Albert Schweitzer

“God gave us five senses;

It is sheer ingratitude to

worship Him with

any less.”

~ W.J. Cameron


after all, is a 

word of action.”

~ W.J. Cameron

Photo from my friend Anna


Buckeye Lake is close to where my

children, ex-husband and I lived

in the eighties. Lancaster, Ohio

is a bustling city in Fairfield

county. Two of my three 

grown children were

born there. One of

my most humorous

stories of cows on our front

lawn  while Carrie and Jamie stood

in front of our big picture window in

their “footie jammies!” I first called the

police, on their no emergency call’s #, 

 but eventually found out that we were

considered “county residents” so called

the Sheriff. He came to the door and

asked this “city girl” a pertinent

question: “Do you know who

owns these cows?!”

He then proceeded to take

off his Sheriff’s “cowboy hat”

which Jamie really wanted to know

if he could try if on? I never did ask the

kind Sheriff this question. Once all the

cows were “rounded up” by his able

waving and shouting such things as

“Whoa!” and “Come on, Bessy!”

Yes, he really did say this!

He had four cows on the road in 

front of our little brick ranch.

Soon, he came knocking and

requesting use of my phone,

facilities and took my offer

of a hot cup of coffee.

When who we fondly 

call, “Sheriff Dan” 

finished coffee 

and providing an hour 

of lively entertainment,

he made a call: 

“Hello, I am calling to say I

have the cows on Meadowbrook Lane

rounded up but unsure which farmer 

is the owner. Could someone call the

two nearest farms on this part of

the county road?  Please check 

if missing four cows!”

Soon, a return call

came into my kitchen

that held news which direction

the cows needed to be heading home.

In those days, over thirty years ago,

my two oldest kids were five and

three. They like to remember 

places like Rising Park with

it’s cliff and challenging

climb and overlook.

Buckeye Lake has an

island with these 

ancient plants

which are like those

Venus flytraps, remains

of unique plantings which

only once a year can you pay

to go to see, study and learn about

this specific  island environment.

Thanks to my friend, Anna, who

used to work at the warehouse

with me, for some splendid 

photographs of Buckeye Lake.

Once I went to an awesome 

day long music festival there.

A “jewel” of many in Ohio,

a great destination place.

Enjoy the boathouse and 

shimmering lake! 

Layers of cloud blankets


From deep blue, frigid air leads into

grays and then strands of cobalt.

Golden lights filtering, flickering

reach warmth of the falling Sun.

The arrows of my Love 

will try to pierce through 

your thick armour.

I cannot help but hope 

cool distance breaks down 

in my warmth extended.

Red sparkles in evergreen tree,

display sparks from my 

hopeful arrows, 

lighting up, 


your Past to

create a 




This is an original love poem by~

Robin O. Cochran

There’s colors in the sky!


The silhouettes of trees,

large swipes of gold, yellow,

peach, orange, red, indigo violet 

and blues blended with grays,

all created it’s own sense 

of  dramatic  flair.

I am not sure how 

easy it may be to see, 

but there was the shadow of 

the moon and the light of the sun.

If you are not able to see this in the

middle top section, well maybe the

sky and my eyes are playing 

“tricks” on me!

In my defense,

I was wearing sunglasses.


Edith Wharton, author of

many books led a colorful life,

married to a sickly and depressed man.

She lived in a beautiful estate called 

the Mount. You may enjoy a tour

in Lenox, Massachusetts.

When she sought out intellectual 

stimulation, she found company

in a fellow writer and journalist.

She divorced her husband and

spent time with Fullerton of The Times.

She had been nominated for several

awards including the Nobel Prize for

literature three years in a row.

Edith won the Pulitzer Prize

for “The Age of Innocence.”

I read this and “Ethan Frome.”

I did not realize she wrote design

books and non-fiction books.

(Interior and Garden Designs)

I like this quotation from 

Edith Wharton:

“In spite of illness,

in spite of the archenemy sorrow,

one can remain alive long past

the usual date of disintegration

If one is unafraid of change,

insatiable in intellectual curiosity,

interested in big things 

and happy in small ways.”


What big stuff is happening

and/or what small things 

make you happy?