It's crazy the way people are drawn to different objects. Sometimes there's no explaining why a particular item is a must have. Tonight after writing in my journal about my visit with Mother, I pulled out the camera from my purse's side pocket and snapped a few objects that are comforting to me. By the way, all these trinkets reside in my craft/clothes closet - a space I truly appreciate. The ANTIQUES sign was a September find at Marshall's. I didn't need it, but liked the way the letters were linked together, and of course, I love antiques! Now I realize that may be one of my last true shopping outings with Mother. The wood block with a painted scene for each season is an object my mom had for a long time...I remember exactly where she kept it in her former home. Little things often have big meanings.
This poem hangs on my closet wall. It is one of the loveliest definitions of love I have ever read. I scanned it, but you will need to double click on the poem to view the enlargement and read these beautiful words.
I confess I have saved way too much through the years. I have a tendency to cling to happy past memories(and if I am honest, some painful ones, too). That stationery box was a high school graduation gift, and the select few love letters inside are sweet, sentimental relics of other times and places. One day I will probably toss them, but for now they stay in the pretty box high up on the closet shelf.
"The real things haven't changed. It is still best to be honest and truthful; to make the most of what we have; to be happy with simple pleasures; and have courage when things go wrong." -Laura Ingalls Wilder
P. S. Plan to take my camera on the way to the Rehab Hospital and capture some autumn beauty. Beautiful outside...loving fall...cherishing every day.
Halloween morning my mom fell and had to be taken to the emergency room. She broke her hip and had surgery Sunday morning. She is still at the hospital, very weak physically and mentally. I came home last night for rest. In a short while I will be returning to the hospital to relieve my brother. I may not be blogging for a while, and I wanted you to know why.