Friday, January 1, 2016

A New Year

 Thinking of my grandma today.  
A new  year begins and I have a fresh perspective on the span of a human life- the souls they touch, the beauty they add to the world.  
Grandma added a lot of beauty.





 Thanks to her, I have been given:

A love of photography
An appreciation of art and any artistic skills I may possess
A broader perspective on motherhood and the preciousness of my children
Bed-making skills
Canning skills
Love for animals and a responsibility for their care under my stewardship
Love of gardening and making an eden of my own backyard
Appreciation for what I have and reminders to take care of what I've been given
The ability to drop boring practicality at times in exchange for seeing the world through magical eyes

Grandma taught me so much- from table manners to oil painting, remodeling homes to family history...she was a do-it-yourselfer in every way.  

She had the loveliest lilt to her voice, and reminded us always that you can lift others with your words...and that unkindness or crass comments were not appropriate.

She cheered the underdog and fiercely protected the weak, was no-nonsense about rudeness and taught that 'pretty is as pretty does.'   

She gave me my mother.

Thank you Grandma.  2016 will be a great year because I'm your granddaughter and I won't forget.







Monday, December 28, 2015

Fallen Leaves


These photos are snapshots of contentment:
1. A little granddaughter with her lollipop
2. A siamese cat named Sophie soaking up attention
3. Leaves on the ground

 The first two are obvious reasons for contentment.

The third?  It may be in the eye of the beholder, as they say, but for me- knowing that two years ago we moved onto land that was simply a field of dirt with nary a tree or shrub to be found- leaves on the ground from our trees  is a good reason for contentedness. 


Thursday, December 24, 2015

Merry Christmas!


Christmas...that magic blanket that wraps itself about us, that something so intangible that it is like a fragrance.  It may weave a spell of nostalgia.  Christmas may be a day of feasting, or of prayer, but always it will be a day of remembrance...a day in which we think of everything we have ever loved.  
~Augusta E. Rundell

 

Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Baby Jesse

New arrival in our family- in the form of our grandson, Jesse.

A special Christmas delivery!

Saturday, December 19, 2015

Planting Grandma's Flowers


 My little granddaughter and I planted some of Grandma's bulbs the other day.  
Tulips and other spring flowers that were in mesh bags at her house....flowers she would have planted in her yard.   Mally and I added them to ours instead, along with daffodils I'd purchased this fall.  I think, if she could see us, she'd be pleased. 




 Mally and I talked about her and how next spring- close to Easter, these flowers will bloom where they're planted.   
One of those metaphors for life that I think about a lot.  
Bloom where you're planted. 
Good stuff.



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