What a beautiful day....

I woke up to sunshine and birds singing. What better way is there? Lester and I went and got some of the things needed for our garden. Stopped at Starbucks had a coffee together.(ok so those that know me knows that means I had a hot chocolate he had coffee.) Came home and he started work on it. I just worked on some pottery!!!! YEA!!! need I say more on that subject? Tried to work on some bowls to make yarn bowls with. Have to to try. I have to wait till they dry some before I make the cuts. Planted some daffodil's(found out the squirrels and rabbits wont eat them like they do the other ones. They love tulips & crocus's.

Trying to get a job here in town. Boy, I hope it works out. I think I'd really like it. They also need me for a couple of the classes they want to do with kids. So please keep praying.

As my friend Janice would say...Have a Daisy Day, keep smiling.

Another day...

Can't wait to see this little place buried in springtime. Until then it's just another day. Okay, so not another day. I'll start again. This is one of my favorite places. Small, tiny, blue and old! But, I love it. Now I can go on from there. Oh many times have you just looked at something, but, never really looked at it?
When I see these old places I love to see myself in them. I then think Who has lived here and left a mark on this place? Was it a ding on the corner or was it a measure mark of a child growing on the door jam?
Who planted that huge bush? How long has it been there? Was it a young women newly married trying to make a home? Or an old lady smiling to herself trying to leave something for some one to remember her by?
Has the man that put up those walls left a hidden package between those walls waiting for someone to find it so much later in time.

I remember A guy I knew in NY. His parents were working on there house. They were moving one of the walls (WHICH I NEVER WOULD HAVE DONE!!! It was perfect as it was). But while in the job they came across a treasure. In between those studs was a small package wrapped in old crumbling brown paper. Inside it was some of the neatest things. Two small button up shoes of childeren (different sizes). A couple of marbles, a tin man, and a picture of a littleboy. The softest blond hair, and such huge light colored eyes. I remeber stiiing there looking at that picture wondering if he had been born in one of those rooms upstairs. Had he growen into an old man while living here. Had he watched his siblings grow up and move on in the world. Had he faught in one of our countries wars, and never to return?

Others may just look past these old places thinking it's just another day riding home or past. While I love to look intently and ask these type of questions as I go by.

So the next time you pass on by as yourself, did the lovedones who lived here just live another day, or did they touch and move someones heart to bring a better time to someones day.

Winter...

Will it never be over? That's a question we often ask ourselves. Not just winter, but so many different things.
When the baby cries all night. When our childeren have a cold. Sitting thru those calsses we thought why do they make us take this (and we have never used it again). What about the heat of those southen summers.
Well this is what I have been feeling alot latley...either it's cold and rainy or sunny and fridged.

Have been looking everywhere where for work. There is either nothing out there, or nothing I can do. I found some thing I could do,but...yes, that word, but! It was at a wool yarn assesory shop! yes, wool. I had the job. How many other people are called with a job offer, and can't because they will drop dead of the product giving them an asthma attack!

Well I know it will be spring soon, and with it better offers and times. So until then hold on it's coming!