Friday, April 30, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
- Life is short. Enjoy it! Dust if you must, but wouldn't it be better to paint a picture or write a letter, bake a cake or plant a seed, ponder the difference between want and need?
- Dust if you must, but there's not much time, with rivers to swim and mountains to climb, music to hear and books to read, friends to cherish and life to lead.
- Dust if you must, but the world's out there with the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair, a flutter of snow, a shower of rain. This day will not come around again.
- Dust if you must, but bear in mind, old age will come and it's not kind. And when you go - and go you must - you, yourself will make more dust!
- Remember: A house becomes a home when you can write "I love you" on the furniture.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Thursday, April 22, 2010
When I park to visit Mom, I marvel at the roses in bloom. There are numerous rosebushes along the building's front sidewalk. You are greeted by an array of colors. There's also a lovely central courtyard with all sorts of plantings. My mom has a large window view of this area. She has loved gardening throughout her life so this view of nature's changes and beauty means a lot to her.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
One thing I love about dear friends is being able to pick up where we left off even if it's been months or years since we last saw one another. Today four high school friends came together, and we blissfully reconnected. It was wonderful to talk, laugh, and smile about the not-so-fairy-tale lives we have experienced. We have endured, and the journey continues. Thanks, NMM, for the memories. Looking forward to July,
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
I save certain old magazines. Often I clip just an article or a particular picture, but sometimes a magazine issue must be kept. My hubby doesn't approve, but I cannot toss issues that contain so much good stuff. This 1999 October issue of Victoria is one of those that I refer to again and again, especially pages 74-77. Love those framed clovers and old books! Another thing I have always loved is the passage by Henry Drummond. It hung in my mother's hallway for years. When she moved into her apartment here, it was placed up in the attic for storage. Recently when I checked on my Mother's stored items, I found that parts of the decoupaged verse had been eaten away...more than likely by a very hungry mouse. Well, I have been working with stains to cover up the damage. Then there's the new art piece I found at Big Lots. I passed it up the first day I saw it on display in the store, but went back the next day to secure her. I thought it was the only one, but discovered four in a pile. The simplicity of the pose as well as the colors appealed to me. And it helps that white wall!
Saturday, April 10, 2010
inspecting a patch of clovers
and finding two to press