Hello, Dear Friends, I hope that you are finding small
pleasures in simple things as we journey
into spring together.
Or autumn, if you are on the opposite end of this
beautiful Earth that we all call home.
My internet has been down the last little while.
Ramblin' Man was away ramblin' and I was here
alone, so I waited for him to get home to figure things out.
It's all a mystery to me.......
With an interactive phone call, he and the tech figured it out.
So grateful for his 'expertise'.
I have missed catching up with all of you!
I hope you can come along on an early spring drive!
The plum trees are blooming and I wanted to
share them with you before they fade away.
The plum trees are blooming and I wanted to
share them with you before they fade away.
Such a cheerful sight after a long and dreary winter.
A lovely touch of color against dark evergreen trees.
A sweet blue bungalow and pink tree = love.
The very first home I lived in as a child was similar to this,
set in a pretty hemlock grove
by a small, New England lake.
I remember best, the 'sun-porch' with its high,
pane'd windows just like this one.
I have a lovely memory of a cushioned, wicker love seat
under the windows where my Mother
taught me to sew.
I held a large, plastic needle, threaded with colorful
yarn that I used to sew bright felt bunnies,
chicks and flowers together through pre-punched holes.
The morning sunbeams shone through the windows
and a little bird sang outside.
The call had two notes - one high and one low.
I've always wanted to know what kind of bird that was.
Whenever I have gone back to visit loved ones in New England,
I occasionally hear that bird and
it reminds me of those precious mornings when
my Mother was young and I was small.
When I drive down these country roads,
my heart just smiles. <3
I simply can't get enough of the spring beauty.
14,411 ft. Mt. Rainier dominates the skyline.
set in a pretty hemlock grove
by a small, New England lake.
I remember best, the 'sun-porch' with its high,
pane'd windows just like this one.
I have a lovely memory of a cushioned, wicker love seat
under the windows where my Mother
taught me to sew.
I held a large, plastic needle, threaded with colorful
yarn that I used to sew bright felt bunnies,
chicks and flowers together through pre-punched holes.
The morning sunbeams shone through the windows
and a little bird sang outside.
The call had two notes - one high and one low.
I've always wanted to know what kind of bird that was.
Whenever I have gone back to visit loved ones in New England,
I occasionally hear that bird and
it reminds me of those precious mornings when
my Mother was young and I was small.
When I drive down these country roads,
my heart just smiles. <3
I simply can't get enough of the spring beauty.
Right before we turn to reach the top of our little mountain.
We stop to open the gate.
We admire the pretty blossoms once inside.
Kai and Whitey Bear.......
The welcoming committee.
Come inside - I'll bake some cookies!
Have a Happy and Blessed Easter and Passover, Dear Friends!
So glad that you came along!
xoxo
We stop to open the gate.
We admire the pretty blossoms once inside.
Kai and Whitey Bear.......
The welcoming committee.
Come inside - I'll bake some cookies!
Have a Happy and Blessed Easter and Passover, Dear Friends!
So glad that you came along!
xoxo