"Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps a singing bird will come." An Old Chinese Proberb

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

ROSES AND OTHER BRIGHT SPOTS...










"We bring roses,
beautiful fresh roses,/
Dewy as the morning and
colored like the dawn."

Thomas Buchanan Read (1822-1872)


Cecil Brunner is in full bloom. 
 He will need a good hair cut
when the time is right.






This is a David Austin rose.

 I cannot tell you what the name is...






...another David Austin 
which, too, 
shall remain nameless.

The two roses above, look the same in the photos, but they are two different roses.







This pretty bit of brightness
 was a gift from our kids
 a few years back.








These two old roses 
were growing in the garden
 when we bought 
the Cottage.


A few spots
 around the Cottage 
to enjoy the sweet aroma 
of these delicate blossoms.















The last showing 
for the 
Lady Banks.


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More bright spots 
of a different nature...






We finally got rid 
of these terrible eyesores
 and replaced them with...









...two others
 that bring a bright spot of color 
to the sitting room. 
 They lend a lighter feel
 to the space.





When the sun streams 
through the windows in the morning,
 there is the illusion
 of summertime...






...and the addition of 
the perfect flower 
seems to make it seem 
more so.












We ordered the chairs 
from Wayfair 
and I am really pleased
with them.


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Remember 
when I described how Jake 
and his buddies 
started taking the 
swimming pool out?...





...and how Tami and Jake
 were moving dirt
 35 years apart...






...well, 
here the two are together,
 still moving dirt...















...and in Tami's own words:

"48 tons
 of dirt and blisters 
up the wazoo later -

Bring on the inspector!!"


They still haven't 
let us in 
on the finished project.


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Kai 
wanted to share with you
 his new hair cut 
and to let you know 
that the bright spot of his day 
was when Dad and Mom 
picked him up afterwards!!


...Judy...


I want to thank Sandi
for featuring my post 
from last week at 
No Place Like Home.

 I am honored
 that she thought it was worthy 
and appreciate it so much.

  Thank you, Sandi.






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Tuesday, April 19, 2016

SPRING DAY DREAMING...









Every season
 has a day for dreaming, 
a day that fills 
your head and heart
 with endless 
possibilities...





...and in spring time 
it is a day where 
you see the first patch of green 
that is coming alive
 after a soft rainfall...






...a day that makes you 
want to hang a sign
 on your front door,
 telling the world 
that you have 
"Gone Fishing".






Sometimes 
a gentle breeze appears 
and brings glory 
to the front porch...





...or the sun shines
 in just the right spot
 to remind us that
 wishes do 
come true.






You might start a day 
such as this
 with a glass of sunshine,
 itself...






...before you take a trip
 down a country lane...





...to where
 the Farmer's Market
 has just opened up...





...and, returning home, 
where the aroma of roasting vegetables
 will mingle with 
the soft scent of
 sweet peas...






...along with
other bright colors 
that can lift the spirits
 and brighten the corners.






There might be the sound 
of bird song 
that makes you look up
 and take notice
 of the blue sky...





...or you might prefer
 sitting quietly,
 savoring
 a cup of tea,...





...while looking at an image
 from today 
that brings back
 memories of...






...a past yesterday 
in a similar
 time and place.


FYI:  The two pictures above are of mother and son, Tami and Jake, taken in the same driveway, loading up the same wheelbarrow (different dirt!) over 35 years apart.



A day for dreaming 
is a day to
 follow your heart...






...whether it takes you down
 a special path 
or..





...on
 flights of fancy...







...and at the end of that day,
 as the song says...

Dream On!



...Judy...


My heart felt thanks
 to Bernideen at BTTCG
 for featuring my last post. 

 I appreciate it
 more that you know,
 Bernideen.







"It was the moment 
between six and seven 
when every flower -
 roses, carnations,
 irises,lilacs -
 glows..."

Virginia Woolf, "Mrs. Dalloway"



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