My beloved Grandmother’s wedding rings. I wear them every day to keep her close.
Grandmas hold our tiny hands for just a little while…but our hearts forever. – Anonymous
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Be thou the … evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray. – Lord Byron
“If the sky could dream, it would dream of dragons. -Ilona Andrews, Fate’s Edge
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This holiday Monday, I spent almost 3 hours taking over 200 photos using the ruffles in a bridal bouquet of blush and pale mauve roses. My parents were awarded them for being the oldest married couple at a family wedding. 🙂
Don’t worry – I’m only posting 2 today: something old and something new!
The real act of marriage takes place in the heart, not in the ballroom or church or synagogue. It’s a choice you make – not just on your wedding day, but over and over again – and that choice is reflected in the way you treat your husband or wife. Barbara De Angelis
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“Mine was the twilight and the morning. Mine was a world of rooftops and love songs.”
– Roman Payne, Rooftop Soliloquy
“Relax. You will become an adult. You will figure out your career. You will find someone who loves you. You have a whole lifetime; time takes time. The only way to fail at life is to abstain.” – Johanna de Silentio
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A river runs through my town, and anyone who has frequented my blog has seen photos of my river…from the small bridge near my parents’ home at the north end, to the Falls and Boardwalk at the south end.
The foundation of the bridge near my parents’ home is all the remains – I couldn’t even find a photo of it on the internet, prior to its collapse when I was a teenager. I suspect most of the local residents are unfamiliar with its story.
This bridge is named after a descendant of slaves brought north by a Loyalist family, one of the first settlers just east of town. Some of the slaves, once freed men, became well-known and prominent businessmen. One man became the proprietor of a major stage line, bringing passengers and packages between cities. Another man owned a livery and a successful tavern. Unfortunately, the man who settled on this river, and for whom the bridge is named, was drowned in the river. At this time, there is no known person of the name now living.
“In rivers, the water that you touch is the last of what has passed and the first of that which comes; so with present time.” – Leonardo da Vinci
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A dark blue lake with shores of flat, gray rock and thin pine trees that touched the sky. Thick, sandy roads to pad around on, barefoot, to the hand pump, to fill the metal bucket with drinking water. Days spent swimming, chasing frogs, and climbing trees. Evenings spent canoeing, listening to the loons and whipporwills, before it got dark enough for the campfire. Golden marshmallows. Sticky, cheesy pie-iron sandwiches. Poking in the fire. Finally, the nightly trip “over the hill” to the outhouse with our flashlights, before curling up in our sleeping bags. Drifting off to sleep to the sound of my parents and grandparents murmuring late into the night…These are my summer memories, my souvenirs.
“The fire is the main comfort of the camp, whether in summer or in winter”
– Henry David Thoreau
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“When a child gives you a gift, even if it is a rock, they just picked up, exude gratitude. It might be the only thing they have to give and they have chosen to give it to you.” – Unknown
All week, I have kept my eyes open for the “perfect” quest photo, realizing just in time that I didn’t need to look for it. Someone took on a quest for me, not because I asked but because he loves me. Little Guy knew I was having a busy week at work, that I was very tired, that I wasn’t feeling well. So he went on a quest and brought me a gift…
Initially, it was closed up tight and I had no hope that it would do much more. I expected the stem to wilt and I would toss it in the bin in the morning. But I stuck it in a small glass of water on my kitchen windowsill. Even if it wasn’t the most beautiful flower in the world to look at, it was still beautiful!
In the morning, it was open. Its life is not yet over for it still has a quest …
“Say it, reader. Say the word ‘quest’ out loud. It is an extraordinary word, isn’t it? So small and yet so full of wonder, so full of hope.” – Kate DiCamillo, The Tale of Despereaux
Happy Weekend! Go on a quest – your life is not yet over!
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This bridge was built in the mid to late 1800’s, and its foundation still bears the scars – holes bored into it for the explosives, most likely dynamite, to heave the rocks from the earth.
“Bridges are perhaps the most invisible form of public architecture” -. Bruce Jackson
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