sweet child of mine...

my baby

the third born

always...

...always, always

keeps me on my toes

his little antics

are never too bold

just enough to

have me scratching

my head

wondering what i could

do different

perhaps better

as a parent

he has a heart of

pure gold

though

a work ethic

like none other

at eighteen

he busses tables

at a country club

hard grunt work

last night

he came home

with flowers

for me

just because

they are

purple

and he knew

i'd love them

which i do

i love him

even more

flight of a bumble bee...

there is a certain

undefinable

excitement i feel...

.

...when the first signs

of autumn appear

the days are still filled

with sunshine

although there

is a slight chill

 in the air

i spent the afternoon

walking

down a trail

enjoying

the changing elements

of nature

while my youngest son

crouched and ducked

in the woods

with his friends

dodging

 paintball pellets

i closely followed

the flight

of this bumble bee

as it would forage about

 from flower

 to purple plower

in search of nectar and pollen

i suppose

the more i observed

i was reminded

how fast paced our life

can be

if only i would take

more moments

to simply watch

 and observe

the more grateful

 i would be

for the amazement

yet complexity

of our creator's plan

 it is all around us

even

in the flight

of the bumble bee

like grandfather, like grandson...

it seems to have

skipped

a generation...

.

that would be me

late last night

 i left my father's house

where newly planted

perfect flower beds existed

this morning i awoke

to find my front yard

nearly complete

my son actively engaged

in leading the process

thanks tj

i truly appreciate your

hard work

in the springtimes track...

i did not

grow

tired of winter...

.

i was glad of the snow and the cold

i liked the weather when flake and feather

we're flying o'er field and wold

but now i am glad of the sunshine

that is calling  the robins back

of the beautiful flowers

the long bright hours

and the bloom in the springtime track

by: margaret sangster

for the tears...

i hoped

and prayed

progress...

.

had been made

we have worked so hard

never giving up

offering support

and time

money even

yet we are

right back where we started

its heart breaking

i'm torn in pieces

i want it to be different

i need understanding

i want peace

why is that so hard

best wishes to beth & aaron...

...the purple writing

on the envelope

was a tiny preview...

.

of what i found inside

amazing detail

by a talented graphic artist

a friend of the bride
the small letters caught my attention
along with the colors

.

they raised my expectation

for the flowers

and they did not disappoint
oh the purple beauty

it was grand

.

the minute cathy walked

through the doors

her beauty

her smile, her warm personality

her lovely lavendar dress

illuminated the room

a gorgeous mother-of-the-bride

her dignity and strength

did not go unnoticed

a shining example

for the rest of us

.

debbie, kim and cathy

we are so blessed to have

on our team

john and i are so grateful

for their hard work

dedication

and friendship

.

best wishes to the adorable couple

may their lives be blessed

with happiness and

love

birthday wishes...

to danielle

with beauty

from jenny's garden

.

flowers are the sweetest things

god ever made

and forgot to put a soul into

-henry ward beecher

petal perfection

'tis my faith that every flower

enjoys the air it breaths

-william wordsworth

.

mother's day 2010

love for 44 cents...

simply beautiful discovery

at the post office today...

.

so lovely in fact

i bought a sheet to share

and a sheet to display with

my collection

of all things purple

they remind me

of the

lovely lavender flowers

a top our wedding cake

almost twenty four years ago

the promise of spring

oh how i need...

the blossoms

the beauty

.

the sunshine

the reminder of all things good

when there are so many

who try to render me

hopeless

who spew forth

poison

and fill time with

lies

and tend voids with

evil

i turn to the heavens

and i'm reminded once again

of the

promise of spring

hyacinths to feed the soul

if of thy mortal good thou art bereft,

and from thy slender store two loaves

alone to thee are left,

sell one, and with the dole

buy hyacinths to feed thy soul

gulistan of moslih eddin saadi

.

franklin park conservatory

columbus, ohio

campanula...

in the stores

confirms

spring...

is getting closer

such a welcome feeling

after a long, snowy winter

springtime...

could be

...just around the corner...spotting tulips

reminds me of holland...

and down syndrome

and springtime

...and all things beautiful

The Real Purple Pincushion

Purple...beauty...any ideas what it is?

From the lense of Lacia

At the bank

Mallen Lane

At the horsebarn

This just Arrived