I would like to believe every day is a good day. Some are better than others, but I strive to find the good in every day. But, to me, a good day would include:
You don’t choose your family. They are God’s gift to you, as you are to them.
We just returned from Arizona where we celebrated my mother’s life. Her Arizona family was very dear to her. They surrounded her with fun and love. These are the cousins that started out as little toddlers. They grew up and have definitely gone different and interesting directions. So fun to get together with them and watch them share stories. It is never often enough or long enough.
The same trip found us shopping which can be a little tedious for grandchildren. G always finds something to capture his interest…even it is him! He makes a point to find the good in every day and he spreads that around.
A visit to Arizona is never complete without visiting my brother. Both of my brothers have Huntington’s Chorea. It is a horrible disease. I wish I could see him every day. The quality of his care in AZ is so much better than I could get him here. A good day is when he has family to visit him.
Color and Creativity –
“Why do two colors, put one next to the other, sing? Can one really explain this? no. Just as one can never learn how to paint.”
― Pablo Picasso
Only two squares left. It has taken forever, but it has a wonderful calming to the creation of it. I try to work on this a little every day and that makes it good.
These just came back today. Once I bind them they will be off to the grandmothers of the babies for which they were created.
“I’m not a social butterfly. I’m a caterpillar.”
― Jarod Kintz
Caterpillars are fascinating. Butterflies have wings to fly.
I try to start every morning on the back porch watching nature wake up and start it’s day. My mind wanders in and out of prayer and admiration for all that is nature. It is a very peaceful and spiritual time. A little bit of time out never hurt anybody.
“Ah, music,” he said, wiping his eyes. “A magic beyond all we do here!”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone
I know there is more than this to make a good day… sometimes it is the simplest of things, a hug, a smile from a stranger, seeing someone helping another, and sometimes you just have to break your spirit free above the clouds to see the sunshine.
“moonlight disappears down the hills mountains vanish into fog and i vanish into poetry.” ― Sanober Khanlokfklfj
I love fog. I love the mystical it weaves through areas, but leaves levels above and below it clear as if it is a river winding it’s way through earth. My drive to work finds me driving through some farmland and my favorite drives are the ones that show the mist or fog elevated lazily over the fields. Unfortunately, this is not a good time or place for me to be pulling over to the side of the road for a photo so close your eyes and imagine the soft light of morning sifting through the shimmery fog and creating a magical effect.
Instead my photo shares a harrowing drive home through heavy mountain fog. In some photos you cannot see the car ahead. The viewer would probably wonder why I would post a photo of solid gray, so I didn’t. Although hazardous, the fog presented a sense of adventure and tension that was exhilarating. When finally emerging from the blanketed area we laughed and clapped and found ourselves very hungry. It was fun to recapture that childlike wonder that fog can evoke.
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One of the great advantages of being temporarily retired is I get to start each morning on my back porch with a cup of coffee and a book. I bring along knitting and my camera just in case.
This morning was no different than the others. I was greeted with the background clamor of the cicadas. I have learned to tune them out, but after the quiet of the house it is hard to ignore. I sit in my favorite chair and put my feet up and watch the action. The hummingbirds are at it. They perch above the feeder in the adjacent trees and watch for anything to get close to their food source. Some days it is so frenzied I fear my husband may have put a little something extra in the hummingbird brew.
We have three bird feeders in the backyard and a bird bath. The birdbath doesn’t see a lot of action other than the deer drinking from it and toward evening some well fed dove gather for a meet and greet and exchange gossip while soaking their feet.
Back to the layout. Closer to the house we have the hummingbird feeder on a black metal post with two arms. On the other arm is the finch feeder. I don’t know if the hummingbirds are rubbing off on the finch or if they, too, are territorial, but every once in awhile they will get feisty and start a little bird battle.
In the woods, hanging from a tree, is our “all the rest” bird feeder. It seems “all the rest” can and does include squirrels. I wouldn’t mind, but their weight swings it around and most of the grain ends up on the ground. Hmmmm, have I watched too many Chip and Dale type cartoons? I am sure this is their plan. My husband is trying to scare them away.
The tree feeder attracts doves, cardinals, an occasional blue bird, and my favorite, the woodpeckers. I could do a whole blog post on the woodpeckers because they are fascinating. For the most part, the birds are so used to us they don’t take flight when we come out on the porch. I think their birdsong even changes when the food gets low like they are telling us to get our rears in gear and feed them. Happy Times~
It seemed like just yesterday and I had a whole summer ahead of me. I would like to say I have been so busy I haven’t had a chance to journal, but that isn’t really true. I snoozed sadly through much of it missing my old friends. It wasn’t until my sister-in-law urged me to look into Meetups that I started to wake up.
Last night I went to my first Meetup and it was a photography group from Ballantyne. It was a very diverse group, but I really think I am going to enjoy it. I was really sorry I missed their gathering at a local greenway. So, today, Stretch and I went to the 6 Mile Greenway and checked it out.
With camera and tripod in hand we went looking for “something.”
So this week Cee’s Fun Foto topic is Leaves or Trees. I love trees. Not always the easiest thing to photograph because they are just so darn big! My favorite tree is one painted by Georgia O’Keefe – The Lawrence Tree. She made me look at trees differently.
This is actually being shown upside down. Georgia preferred it to be shown with the trunk in the top left hand corner and the top of the tree to the lower right.
Having moved to Charlotte, I am in awe of all the big old Oaks. The one pictured was huge and I wanted to get on the ground and take a photo to emulate the Lawrence Tree, but it was, after all, a garden tour…. Can you imagine?
This is my daytime, right side up, standing, not from the prone position on the ground, version of the Lawrence Tree… and this is an Oak. I would like to sneak back and try again. But it truly is magnificent.
Last June we moved from Indianapolis to Charlotte to be closer to our children and grandchildren. After living in the same home for 26 years, it was a tough move to make. As much as I miss all my friends, it is one of the best decisions we have ever made. We are busier than ever and get to see our family so much more. In addition there is a whole new city to explore. Saturday was a busy day and one filled with hidden discoveries in Charlotte.
The long runner my husband discovered at Classic Attic. It was in great shape and we got a very good price for it.
My husband had discovered a place called Classic Attic, it is a great little consignment shop that is tucked into an unusual space. It is on the backside of Park Road Shopping Center. Normally, one would think this is where the dumpsters and employees park. Not in Charlotte! They tuck the coolest things there. It is a lower level than the Shopping Center… like a walk-out basement effect.
In the map above is the shopping center. I have marked my favorite spots with hearts. Classic Attic is next door to one of the nicest garden shops. Great plants I am going to have to go back and spend more time (money). And then as we were leaving to go to a soccer game we passed a great little pub (also on the backside) It had an outdoor area with umbrellas and beautiful blooms. It was located just under a walkway that went from the shopping center to a group of apartments. So quaint. Sir Edmond Halley’s
This was our table. The food was wonderful. We ordered something quick so we wouldn’t be late for the game. A cuban with sweet potato fries.
What would we do without our cell phones and Instagram?
And a nicer view of the outside of the restaurant.
From there we went to the soccer game at Dillworth Elementary which is worthy of photos, too, but I was watching the game….kind of.
Next stop Farmer’s Market on King.
The plants, the plants! I purchased a couple of sweet potato vines, vinca and some mosquito plants that smell like lemons!
The veggies were awesome as were the strawberries.
Well, this weekend I viewed a few masters of the garden and I was just an acolyte. And I will probably remain an acolyte until I can find my way around this rock hard clay. In the meantime, walk along the paths…
I loved this gate. The location on the shady side of an out building was perfect. It looks like it has been there forever and makes you wonder what treasures are on the other side.
One of my favorite parts of gardens are the secret, hidden places that reveal treasures in the dappled light and shadow.
“An ordinary visit to a beautiful garden always creates an extraordinary time!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan
The photo above is just one tiny branch of a tree full of these delicate little flowers. I have never seen one of these before. A gentleman told me what it was – in Latin – most definitely a Master Gardener. So beautiful and delicate. Reminded me of the lacy white sweet autumn Clematis I had in my former garden. I have really missed that garden this year. Slowly but surely we will have this one going, but we are not as young and strong as before.
“God made a beauteous garden
With lovely flowers strown,
But one straight, narrow pathway
That was not overgrown.
And to this beauteous garden
He brought mankind to live,
And said “To you, my children,
These lovely flowers I give.
Prune ye my vines and fig trees,
With care my flowers tend,
But keep the pathway open
Your home is at the end.”