What sunshine is to flowers,
smiles are to humanity.
These are but trifles, to be
sure; but, scattered along
life's pathway, the good they
do is inconceivable.
~Joseph Addison~
Have a blessed Sunday and
a great week.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
KIND HEARTS
Sunday, January 24, 2010
INVASION OF THE STARLINGS
This morning I happened to glance out the window
and what to my wondering eyes did I see,
starlings, they covered the front yard, the back yard
and my neighbors yard. I love to watch them
so many in the flock and what a noise they make.
You can clap your hands and off they fly up to
the trees and another yard.
Neighbors yard
My back yard.
My driveway and neighbors yard.
and what to my wondering eyes did I see,
starlings, they covered the front yard, the back yard
and my neighbors yard. I love to watch them
so many in the flock and what a noise they make.
You can clap your hands and off they fly up to
the trees and another yard.
Neighbors yard
My back yard.
My driveway and neighbors yard.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
PILLOWCASES - HAND EMBROIDERED
This is what I have been doing during the cold
weather we had for a couple of weeks. My
daughter, Deann, gave these pillowcases to me
as part of my Christmas gift. I was taught to
embroider as a very young girl and I still enjoy
enjoy doing it. I have another pair I am working
on now that my daughter, Debra, gave me. When
I am finished with them will post pictures. Click
on picture to enlarge for a better view.
weather we had for a couple of weeks. My
daughter, Deann, gave these pillowcases to me
as part of my Christmas gift. I was taught to
embroider as a very young girl and I still enjoy
enjoy doing it. I have another pair I am working
on now that my daughter, Debra, gave me. When
I am finished with them will post pictures. Click
on picture to enlarge for a better view.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
A POEM----WINTER AGAIN
Winter Again
Another winter has come
your head and hands go numb
looking forward to the frost and snow
nights spent near the fire watching the embers glow
the cat snuggled in tight curl
a nice mug of warm chocolate
thaws out my nose and brings life back to my toes
as I climb the wooden hill
I think of all the nice things I like about this time of year
~Steven Katz~
Saturday, January 9, 2010
HOME IN THE HOLLOW
Home In The Hollow
There's a home in the hollow with a bubbling stream,
where I can lay down and dream and dream;
and I can go places where I've never been.
And I can be old or a young child again,
a home in the hollow where peace lives on,
where life can stand still with the breaking of dawn.
There's a home in the hollow with tall, tall trees,
where wee creatures live way high in the leaves;
and each night they gather on their porches to sing,
with the frogs and the crickets by the ponds and spring;
and all of the nightbirds join in on the song,
and the home in the hollow feels like it belongs.
There's a home in the hollow where the morning sunrise
is a great breathless wonder to the beholders eyes;
where a child can grow happy, wiser and strong,
and family ties can go on and on;
where people can share in the joys that they give,
at home in the hollow where the good people live.
~Frank Dycus~
I found this poem in back of one of my cook books, I
hope you all enjoy it.
There's a home in the hollow with a bubbling stream,
where I can lay down and dream and dream;
and I can go places where I've never been.
And I can be old or a young child again,
a home in the hollow where peace lives on,
where life can stand still with the breaking of dawn.
There's a home in the hollow with tall, tall trees,
where wee creatures live way high in the leaves;
and each night they gather on their porches to sing,
with the frogs and the crickets by the ponds and spring;
and all of the nightbirds join in on the song,
and the home in the hollow feels like it belongs.
There's a home in the hollow where the morning sunrise
is a great breathless wonder to the beholders eyes;
where a child can grow happy, wiser and strong,
and family ties can go on and on;
where people can share in the joys that they give,
at home in the hollow where the good people live.
~Frank Dycus~
I found this poem in back of one of my cook books, I
hope you all enjoy it.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Sunday, January 3, 2010
FOUR OF MY ELEVEN GRANDCHILDREN
Group picture of my youngest grandchildren.
They live in Battle Ground, Washington. Logan,
top left is nine years old, Drake, top right is seven
years old, Peyton, bottom left is five years old and
Bryce, bottom right will be four in February. This
photo was taken in December 2009. My husband
and I try to go out and see them at least once a year.
They live in Battle Ground, Washington. Logan,
top left is nine years old, Drake, top right is seven
years old, Peyton, bottom left is five years old and
Bryce, bottom right will be four in February. This
photo was taken in December 2009. My husband
and I try to go out and see them at least once a year.
Friday, January 1, 2010
HAPPY NEW YEAR
In The New Year
In the new year, we wish you the best
year you've ever had, and that each New
Year will be better then the last. May you
realize your fondest dreams and take time
to recognize and enjoy each and every blessing.
Happy New Year and many more.
~Joanna Fuchs~
This short poem expresses my thoughts for
each and everyone of you who read my blog.
Have a Happy and Blessed New Year. Madeline
In the new year, we wish you the best
year you've ever had, and that each New
Year will be better then the last. May you
realize your fondest dreams and take time
to recognize and enjoy each and every blessing.
Happy New Year and many more.
~Joanna Fuchs~
This short poem expresses my thoughts for
each and everyone of you who read my blog.
Have a Happy and Blessed New Year. Madeline
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