Remnants from Minnesota, it is funny how a short stay in a place can calm your heart, tug at you to revisit if only in your mind. The place we stayed in Minnesota is like that. I have this tray of things I picked up along the shore of the lake one morning. It makes me smile when I pass, and I remember. It was a special place.
This morning I sit in the newly arranged attic space. This room gets the morning sun and I am sitting basking in it right now, listening to praise music. It is a great space.
Made another trip to the thrift store yesterday. I really went to look for a sewing table and or chair, did not find that but I came home with these. Not sure what I will do with the basket yet, I have another just like it. I have wanted an old bird cage for a long time, and this one is perfect. The blueish wire thing, I am not sure what it was or will be, but it was only .50. I think it may find it’s way to Jason’s garden.
This is what I did with the bird cage –
And now all these plants are waiting to be planted – hummmmmmmmmmm. think I need a walk on the beach today though – they will wait.
Today’s blog is a little rambled, but that is what is in my head right now, project after project. It is like the creativity dam broke. Ideas swirl in my head, so much so that I can’t think what to start next. So today I will purposely sit still, calm my mind, write down the ideas and take a walk on the beach.
I am not sure when it happened, it was kinda like a light switch with a dimmer control.
But I came to the realization that I feel more like me. Not so dark and burdened down.
Lighter is the word that comes to me.
Like the beginning of spring emerging from a dark winter. The hope felt, is that summer is within site.
Yesterday was my 5th and final root canal – this one kicked my “you know what”. Every one before has made me sick but this one – wow.
This is my pre-root canal knitting to help calm my nerves.
This is my post root canal recovery knitting. It just calms me.
This rock belonged to my mom, my dad’s mom, her mom, her mother, her mother, and some day it will belong to my daughter.
The setting has changed over the years but the stone remains the same and reminds generation after generation of the commitment that this rock stands for you.
My mind went immediately to freshly washed sheets hanging on a line, I knew that was not happening around here with all the rain we have been having. I decided to take a walk around the yard.
I found fresh buds
I wandered over to the barn
I found these fuses and it reminded that we need to remember to take the time to put in those fresh fuses from time to time. For me it is my camera in my hand, capturing God’s beauty all around me.
So, today, lets all remember, take the time and the care for yourself to put in those fresh fuses. It will make us better mommies. wives, employees, or what ever the task at hand is.
Definition…adj: streaked or mixed with grey
I could not decide between the two for the Sunday Creative Challenge so I am including both –
Nostalgia: n. a wistful yearning for something past or irrecoverable
Grandma’s Tea Cups
I use to visit my grandma’s house every summer. I remember her living room was lined with shelves that were covered with tea cups, and sugar & creamer sets from everywhere around the world. They were irresistible to my two brothers and I. We touched when we should not have, several sets did not survive our growing up years. My grandmother is 97 years old now, my mother has passed, so I am the keeper of what is left of the collection.
This is one of my favorite sets, a sugar and creamer set.
I am finally getting around to posting the Sunday Creative.
Timeworn (literally worn by time)
This old truck resides in the barn next to our house. It is timeworn, inside and out. Some days I feel like this old truck, timeworn. I have this arm thing, tendinitis, in my right arm. I am so right handed, I am not even sure my body know the left hand is there most of the time. The one thing that aggravates it the most is what I love doing the most, photography. The days that I am aching most, are the days I feel timeworn. I have been through PT, 15 weeks of it, not too much change. The next step could be surgery, I am not sure about that.
Most days though I feel alive, not timeworn, but younger than my 52 years. I am happy in my life. I imagine that this time worn truck had a happy productive life, and now sits happily timeworn.
This is my picture for this weeks Sunday Creative. Of course today would be overcast, I waited most of the day to get a good “sun” shot, and this was all the sun we got today. While I love watching the weather move across our sky, I had other pictures in my head for this prompt. It was not to be, but I enjoyed the process today, even if I did not get the shot I wanted.
Have a great week everyone –
🙂 – Bev
I am sitting here trying to figure out this new blog site, soon I will be blogging on this site – I think – : ). I was getting tired of the restrictions on the other site and am wanting to be able to do more creative things with my blog. Now if I could just figure it out. I am also pondering the Sunday Creative for today. Illuminate – hummmmmmmmmmm.