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Simple Pleasures

These were growing in my yard... some call them weeds I call them beautiful. People work their whole lives to make hybred roses ... when nature left to her own devices shows them up every time....

Spring and dancing in the flowers....

Well it is officially Spring, what does Spring mean to you?

I thought about this for a while, I love this part of the year… things are new and fresh… there is the promise of life all around us.


The crack of the bat and a fresh new season
Little fuzzy yellow chicks
Easter Sunday morning and Easter eggs
The smell of the grass after the first cut of the season
The feel of the sun on my face
The white blossoms on the pear trees
The chirps of the baby birds
The newborn baby calves
Cooking outside
Longer shadows
Bluebonnets and Indian paint brushes
Tulips and Irises
Deep Blue skies and high fluffy clouds

All of these things are a rite of spring to me but…..

Yesterday driving home from the gym, I had the top down on the car and the wind was all around me, the sun was warm, and the music was loud and I haven’t felt that alive in sooo long… THAT is what spring really means to me…. Coming through a long dark, cold, time, and getting into the warm, bright sunlight and feeling ALIVE. Knowing that Spring always follows winter … we just have to wait it out…..

What do you do

When you have no inspiration? I don't mean just in writing but in life in general. I am tired and frustrated, and at least for today I can't see around it. I try really hard to be an inspiration to others, to write honestly and hopefully. I have lost the inspiration....

For those that are aware of my quilting addiction...

This is the block I will enter in a local quilt block contest.It is called Rosebud. I don't think I will win as I am still a new quilter compared to many, and I do not design my own, I like the old traditional blocks. I thought I would share with you guys though.

They don't make them like him anymore

He sits in the chair, his blue eyes still bright and seeking to learn. His hair is white with time. His body is aware of the passing years. This man is beloved. He is my grandpa, he is not mine by blood, he is mine by love. Love is stronger than blood.

This man who has seen so much, and done so much, fascinates me to no end. He saw his father lose his fortune and their lives change dramatically. He saw World War II up close and personal, on the front lines, in demolition. He saw his buddies left on the ground at Leyte. He and his company earned the Presidential Citation Award while there. He was wounded and received the Purple Heart and the Bronze Star. He steadfastly maintains that he is not a hero, that they men that gave all are the heroes.

He was seen children and grandchildren and even great grandchild grow up. He has seen the world change in some many ways. He is wise and loving, life's disappointments didn't leave him hard. He worked hard and was a valued employee, retiring from the same company after many, many years.

He has seen the passing of his wife and many of his siblings and he knows that they wait for him in Heaven.

He tells his life in his stories that he tells me, and I can not get enough. I have learned a lot through his stories. He and my Grandma were married their whole adult lives and loved each other in a way that left no doubt that they were devoted to each other.

I am richer than love brought him into my life. I love you Grandpa.