Behold, for I have risen,
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Sunrise
Friday, February 27, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Friendship
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Looking for Spring
Monday, February 23, 2009
The deer antler and petrified wood
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
Only in New York
Friday in New York
Thursday, February 19, 2009
New York, New York
Memories of a wonderful vacation. My Granddaughter had the opportunity of a lifetime.
It was a wonderful experience. The two highlights of the trip was watching her dance on stage at RCM, and going to see "Phantom Of the Opera" What a glorious time the three of us had.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Wordless Wednesday- Books
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
In Love Always and Forever
Monday, February 16, 2009
Snow Angels
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Poop scoop of the day
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Night clouds
Hand quilted christmas tree
My daughter is preparing for a wedding shower for her future daughter-in-law and ask to borrow a few things.
Well, all of the few things were packed away in the garage.
I started dragging down several boxes and come across the beautifully quilted Christmas tree with collector buttons placed as decorations....It brought tears to both our eyes remembering the beautiful lady that made it for me over 20 years ago. My Mother and her Nana. She is now living amongst the angels. I thought it was lost forever, but, I had just misplaced it in all my moves over the last 12 years. Somehow it sustained well. No damage, not even dirty. The crystal Victorian lamp was tucked away with it. Well, it is my daughter's responsibility now.
She received several gifts from my boxes in the garage. I don't have to keep up with them now.
If I need something, I will just drive to her house and borrow it.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
The Princess
Thursday, February 5, 2009
The Healing Nook
The Quote Quarters
The Poem Balcony
if a blade of grass springing up in the fields
has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand,
rejoice, for your soul is alive.
~~~~Elonora Duse~~~~