Monday, June 27, 2016
Tuesday, June 21, 2016
These beautiful lilies grow faithfully on the side of my house and bloom every year. They're the only flower in the yard that endures the oppressive heat of the sun on that side of the house and thrive. I do love them but since they do come back ever year it seems like they're just taken for granted.
They aren't though. Diane
Friday, June 10, 2016
It's been a busy month so far and it's already the 10th. Today is Amanda's birthday. Forty-six 46??? years ago at this time they were bringing me back into my room after she was born. These years have gone so fast. Two years in a row I accidentally bought her the same birthday card. She wasn't impressed the second year. But it fit so perfectly. It was a contemporary card and it said on the front "The day you were born the heavens opened up and said..................(inside)BOMBS AWAY!" I still think it was funny and that pretty much sums it up. When she's around there's never a dull moment. She makes you laugh. Happy Birthday, Bean. You're probably STILL not impressed. Love you, Mom (you always make me laugh!)
Friday, June 3, 2016
Gardens aren't gardens to me. They're memories. The pink iris were sent to me last summer by a relative who knew I wanted one. They all have a story. Diane
Wednesday, June 1, 2016
This is the time of the year I long to traipse around the mountains, smell the fresh air, drive down the mountain roads with a mountain bluebird leading the way. Everything tastes wonderful, I feel free, grounded. It takes me back to the very first time I was there which I really don't remember, I was quite small. But I remember the shafts of sun shining through the lodge pole pines, the intoxicating smell of pine and sagebrush,the sea of blue lupine and yellow "sunflowers" which I figured out much later were bitter root. The endless mountain roads where our dad looked for a place to escape civilization.
Since the snow doesn't go off until June, June and the mountains just naturally go together. Welcome June. Diane
Saturday, May 21, 2016
Cleaning out the workshop and storage buildings, which I have doing for the past two or three months, has been a real eye opener for me. It looks like a whole lot of stuff and it is but as I sort and throw things out I see the workings of the mind of the man I was married to for nearly 30 years. He was thrifty (I already knew that) he was a dreamer,(the things he had from garage sales, hoping to use someday) he was organized in his own way. He was also impatient at times because he threw things on the floor rather than mess with them and sometimes he was forgetful. I found a Christmas card that he had bought for me and stashed. He was either saving it for the next Christmas or forgot to give it to me. When I found and read it I was brought to tears because I felt like he was thinking of me. How precious it is.
I still have such a long way to go but it's a mission of love. And it will be so good to see it clean.