Posted By Susan Bernhardt

What a day for a daydream...Thinking about what to write for my April blog, I glance at my cheery sunflowers on the kitchen table and admire their simplistic beauty. The sunflower in art has become nearly synonymous with Van Gogh. He characterized his fondness for the flower in the spiritedness of his sunflower paintings. My eyes veer from the splashes of yellow, out the kitchen window to the sparkle of pure white, untouched snow from our Wisconsin winter.

Under the snow, blossoms a daring spring. --Terri Guillemets.

I daydream of my garden flowers in unabashed brush strokes and dabs of greens and purples and whites. The memory of their fragrance fills me with pleasure and lingers in my mind and heart, even on this cold morning. The blossoms of our flowering crab tree will soon unfold a cloud of color, brilliant pinks amid the greens; prime subject matter for the impressionist.

The sentiments of those who tasted the world with their eyes, are painted in a favorite poem, written by William Wordsworth who conveyed the movement of art through words.

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed---and gazed---but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.

And now I'm lost in a daydream...

 
Posted By Susan Bernhardt
The story of A Manhattan Murder Mystery (An Irina Curtius Mystery) begins the day before Valentine's Day and goes into March. Although this is a mystery and not a romance story, Irina has a lot to say about love. 

"I know what love is, it is because of you." – Hermann Hesse

Valentine's Day is a great holiday for many reasons. It comes after all of the "good will towards men" has worn off. We take time to celebrate love. And love is love, right? Love is never wrong.

It's quite wonderful that we take a day to think about the people closest to us, that makes the other 364 days worth living. Love need not have words, only the beating of hearts. But the expression, "I love you," can send one flying high. There is no message more joyful then those three magical words.

Happy Valentine's Day!

"Who, being loved, is poor?" – Oscar Wilde

 

 
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I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year.          ~ Charles Dickens 

 

Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays from our home to yours!

 
Posted By Susan Bernhardt

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I am grateful...I am blessed. 

I am grateful to God for life and for the life that I have. 

I am grateful for my family, my extended family. To my parents who showed me love and taught me that all people have worth, not just those who look like me.

I am blessed and thankful for my husband my best friend, for our dear sons and their wonderful partners. For our adorable grandson. I love my family. 

I am grateful for friends, new and old. And being an author, I am grateful for my readers, some of whom have become friends. 

I am grateful for large things and small things: art, health, joy, love, creativity, reading, music, travel, chocolate, coffee...okay, I'll end this. 

Happy Thanksgiving! I hope you all have a wonderful holiday and weekend. 

 

 
Posted By Susan Bernhardt

Paradise Can Be Murder

BOOK BLURB:

Kay, Phil, and friends are looking forward to taking their first vacation together on a Caribbean cruise. Visits to exotic islands, sailing through turquoise waters, luxurious dining, and great entertainment await them. But Paradise Can Be Murder when one of the guests on board dies an unnatural death.

With their innate curiosity, Kay and company find themselves in the heart of the investigation. Will they find justice for the victim, amidst secrets and deceit, before the cruise comes to an end and the murderer leaves the ship? Time is ticking away.

Meanwhile, a racially charged hate crime back home shakes the community of Sudbury Falls.

 

 

 
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