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I sat here for much of the afternoon. Enjoying my yarn, gazing at the love lies bleeding flower and relishing a quiet house and lazy Sunday afternoon in the neighborhood.
Archive for the Category »Beauty and loveliness… «
Aug
29
Aug
09
I have one sunflower that is beginning to peel back its thick eyelashes and show the world it’s glory. I thought it would be fun to take a picture at the same time each day and watch it unfold.
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Jul
29
I find myself so thankful for morning.
The way you are washed clean from the night’s before weariness and despair. It’s like your internal computer is reset and all perspective is restored. Everything isn’t erased or lost necessarily; it’s just the scales are rebalanced and clarity radiates.
I went to bed grasping for any remnants of beauty, gratitude or hope. I gathered them in my hands but they didn’t seem to make a difference at night. Despair and heart-breaking sorrow had it’s grip on me.
The beauty in my hands finally sticks by morning…
*Sitting on the ground in the garden, weeding and watching a yellow butterfly with a beautiful wing design dance around me and the girls. Leaping and prancing from flower to flower, the girls mesmerized and following with their blue eyes every choreographed flutter of the yellow butterfly.
*Scarlet dancing and twirling until she was so dizzy she was falling into cabinets and walls, giggling all along.
*Good writing and story telling as I listen to a wonderful book on CD: The Help by Kathryn Stockett.
*Sitting in the presence of two elderly people, caring for them, providing companionship even for just an hour.
*A new pair of sunglasses I feel cute in…
*Hugs from Audrey after returning home from work, a real long one with her tender voice telling me she loves me.
His mercies are new every morning.
And the beauty radiates in my hands.
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May
27
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The other night I came home to buckets and buckets of fresh cut lilac. I love Spring! LoAnn had gone out “picking”, if you catch my drift. I have been cultivating my own lilac bushes, but, alas they have not given one bloom yet. Their still babies (grinning-me).
LoAnn did some pounding with a hammer on their stems and plunged them into hot water which is supposed to preserve their blooms. Later, I trimmed them all down filling every vase I have in the house, from the tall, elegant crystal vases to every last bud vase. Lilacs on the kitchen window sill, the kitchen nook table, lovely purple blooms on my desk, in the bathrooms, next to my bed, on the radiator next to my orchids (competing for attention), on the slender table in the dining room, on the small table in the living room with the lamp above casting perfect light on the lavender shades of aromatic petals. And, oh the smell. A house full of lilac is what I had!
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Imagine it!