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Dear Quarantine Diary – Week 46

17 Thursday Nov 2022

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Dear Diary – I had to laugh! After all the complaints about feeling old as I struggled with technology, which included an epilogue as I lost over an hour’s worth of writing to you last week, dear diary (and my coffee warmer refused to change settings for me), I had to help someone not much older than me log into a website. Probably, if she hadn’t been talking at the same time, she would have heard me say “dot ca” more than once and she wouldn’t have typed “dot com”. But there were questions after that too, and I felt less dumb! I appreciated the reminder that struggling with something new, just because it’s electronic, doesn’t make me stupid. It just makes me new!

I eventually found that photo I mentioned too…the one I think of whenever one of my kids is tempted to roll his eyes or risk life and limb and actually comment on my “inabilities” based on age:

He was so proud of himself because he got dressed all by himself. He wasn’t stupid…it was new! 🙂

Dear Diary – I will be making a third trip to the store to find sweat pants that fit my friend. If I strike out again, I’m going to wrap the legs around her neck!

Dear Diary – I will never be a city gal. Every now and then Hubby likes to make fun of me for my “hickisms”, as he calls it. The most recent one being the word “titch”. It means a dash, a bit, a smidgen, a hair. I don’t think it’s that odd, and usually I’m aware I’m saying it and I’m doing it to have fun. I grew up in a small town in a farming community, and like most small towns, there are colloquialisms unique to the area.

The ironic thing is that he also grew up in a small farming community, before and after he immigrated to Canada at the age of 6. In fact, his village is so small that if you blink twice, you’ll miss it. There’s a large Catholic church, a pizzeria, a gas station, a bank, and not much else! There used to be a fire station but it burned down.

To top it off, it has “creek” in its name! I grew up in a town with a river running through it, and a waterfall, and over a dozen churches. I have never seen the official creek by his childhood home, unless it was the trickle of water that ran through some woods on a barely paved road kind of in the middle of nowhere.

I’m not knocking his “hometown”, I just don’t think the kettle ought to be calling the pot orange (because orange is the new black)!

While you were busy throwing stones, you left your closet open and your skeletons fell out.

Unknown

Dear Diary – No wonder it’s on sale…

Dear Diary – It was the colour that caught my eye. Bright pink and white. Right beside the sink.

When Hubby and I had covid, Youngest Son did everything he could to avoid the upper floor, where we were sequestered in our rooms. That included brushing his teeth at the kitchen sink. I’ve been trying to break him of the habit ever since. Toothbrushes do not belong in the kitchen.

“Sweetie,” I asked. “What colour is this?”

“Pink,” he replied, with a confused look on his face.

I waited.

He stared blankly at me.

We stared at each other. “And what colour is your toothbrush?

“Purple,” he said with a wrinkled furrow.

Yes, my son was using MY toothbrush. Gross!

I would share almost anything with him. I would give up my life for him. But that toothbrush is sacred. I’m going to need a new one!

Dear Diary – The rose waited too long to bloom.

Dear Diary – Sometimes I wonder why I bother baking…and then I remember that I like to eat baking. Sometimes I enjoy the process too. Especially baking bread. I love the calming, tactile experience of making bread from scratch. It brings back happy childhood memories.The aroma encompasses warmly like a hug, and in a house full of men, warm hugs are preferable to smothering farts any day!

I baked bread recently, adding cinnamon, craisins and chopped pecans. But it sat on the counter, uneaten by those I wanted to impress to bless, and grew hard. What to do? Toss my efforts? Waste those pecans? Nope! I made French Toast, and I gotta say, Mmm…

My bread may have been wasted on the guys, but it was not wasted on me!

Dear Diary – Saturday evening marked the monthly “walk of shame” as I tried on several outfits so I would be “decent” leading worship on the platform Sunday morning. The most recent medication I’m trying out has been pretty effective in reducing pain and swelling, and has increased my energy levels to a height I have not seen since I was a teenager. I’m still only enjoying long walks to the fridge, but the house is tidier, I’m more organized and creative, and I’m actually looking forward to the possibility that I’ll be hosting for the holidays (first time!) in my tiny home. So though I was warned the medication would make me fat cause weight gain and puffiness, I’m trying to embrace the changes with grace and just get on with living. Active and round is preferable to inactive and round.

While slightly discouraged but not in despair over the clothing situation, I desperately wanted to embrace my high heels again. It’s been well over a year since they have ventured farther than the closet…only to be held in my hand as I sit on the edge of the bed and sigh. I have mourned high heels, as ridiculous as that may seem, mostly because of how I feel in them. I feel empowered, sexy, tall. I know I should pass them on to a good home where they can live the life they deserve, but I keep hoping that that life will be with me.

I’m slowly accepting that my high-heeled boots will be the first to depart. It’s not just the heel that’s the problem. It’s bending my ankle so I can even slide them on. But with the current healing, I was hoping I could take them for one more parade on the catwalk before I was forced to sell them to cover the cost of heavy, ugly, flat and sensible “old lady” orthopaedic shoes for the remainder of my years.

I didn’t have my rose-coloured glasses on. I knew my black stilettos pushed boundaries when I was still spry. Instead, I tried on my rose-coloured leather Miz Moo boots, only to find that while I can stand in them, I can’t really walk in them. Which is exactly what you’re supposed to do on a cat-walk.

Then I starting trying on other footware: my leopard heels, my velvety red heels, my Italian beige heels, my black and white Jeanne Becker heels, even my blush kitten heels. It was the same story. I apologized to my $10 LouisVuitton heels. I never got to take them anywhere. I apologized to my sassy green boots; they are covered in dust.

I blame covid for stealing my final years.

By the time I was done, my room was a mess of sparkles and clasps and heels. I needed to change from my light-weight sleep shirt to a summer nightie (and not a sexy one lest I give Hubby the wrong impression. “Walk of Shame night” is not the night!) because I had overexerted myself!

I cannot say “this too shall pass”. Heels may well be a part of who I was rather than who I am now. But, like the growing list of health concerns, the joys of the raging inferno of my dying youth, and the regrets of what might have been had I not been so lazy, I need to face this change with grace.

My mother always used to say ‘the older you get, the better you get. Unless you’re a banana!

Betty White

B&W Challenge: Cinderella Shoes

19 Friday Jul 2019

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If you don’t think shoes are important, just ask Dorothy or Cinderella.

OK, the challenge wasn’t specifically “Cinderella Shoes” but what girl could resist pulling out her wedding dress (which still fits 23 years later – thank goodness!! ) and some sparkly shoes.

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Chocolate is good, but shoes are sugar-free!

If I were to get married again (which I have no plans to ever do again), would I stick with white, or would I dare to be different? Judging on how much I’ve changed since I started my mid-life crisis, I think the answer is “yes”! Maybe…red?

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Forget the prince…keep the shoes!

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Playing dress up begins at age 5 and never truly ends. – Kate Spade

I may just have to stay in these for awhile…Happy Friday!

This is in response to Cee Nuener’s black & white photo challenge: Shoes!

 

 

Tarts on Tour

16 Friday Nov 2018

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I recently made a last minute decision and attended a Tart Festival with a friend.

No, not that kind of tart, although based on some of my recent encounters, like the guy who called me at work and my cell number popularity, I can see why you might be raising your eyebrows. Then again, you also don’t know my friend!

This Tart Festival involved butter tarts. An entire outbuilding in the Fair Grounds lot lined with bakery kiosks displaying nothing but butter tarts. Each bakery had won trophies in their local Fairs, and they were duking it out for the title: Queen of Tarts.

Judging Sign

 

Judges were blind tasting tarts from every bakery, looking for things like colour, thickness of pastry and ooziness.

 

 

 

 

There were some interesting flavours involving alcohol (Kahlua and Fire Whiskey), meat (bacon), and candy (marshmallow and skittles). But, like my Dad, I’m a traditionalist, so I brought home 6 butter tarts: plain, pecan, maple, maple walnut, raisin…and pecan again (because I like candied nuts)!

Tarts on Tour

It only seemed appropriate (when you’re at a tart festival) to slink over to the Designer Shoe Sale next door. We weren’t willing to pay designer prices, even designer sale prices, but we had fun checking out the fashions. Rows and Rows of shoes.

My pick!
My pick!
showroom
Sweet Tarts
Sweet Tarts

Feathers and ruffles. Sunny golden suns and sweet tarts. Patent leather and satin. Chunky heels and super spikes. Buckles and straps. And things I couldn’t quite identify!

Red spike pumps

Now that’s a pair of killer heels!

Lady Gaga Boots

We also amused ourselves by checking out the heavily-laden  baskets of some of the shoppers. “Lady Gaga” amused us the most. She was a tiny, heavy set middle aged lady with thin, greasy grey hair. But she was following my manifesto and who am I to judge?

 

Sweet tarts and sexy shoes… a perfect weekend tour for a couple of “tarts”, right?

If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun. – Katherine Hepburn

Happy Weekend!

Pride first, then…

05 Friday Jun 2015

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I caught my reflection in the office supply store window yesterday afternoon and it crossed my mind: “I look good”! I was wearing a garden green chiffon dress and my new hot pink pumps. My hair was behaving and there was a skip in my step. I smiled at the guy who was walking across the parking lot. Was he checking me out? I started to adjust my sunglasses and thought about tossing my hair.

And then my step “skipped” a beat and I tripped over my own foot.

I’d like to imagine that I stumbled gracefully. And I’d like to be able to say that the guy in the parking lot rushed to my side, caught me skillfully in his suddenly bulging arms, as his long blonde hair blew in the warm summer breeze…and when he smiled down at me…well, you get the picture.

I’m pretty sure it looked more like this…

I regained my composure and headed into the store as fast as possible. I don’t know if the guy in the lot saw me or if he wet his pants laughing at me. If I had been in his position, I certainly would have needed a change of clothes. Lesson learned:

“Pride first, then the crash, but humility is a precursor to honor”. – Prov. 18:12 (MSG)

Disclaimer: No shoes were harmed in the making of this story.  Happy Weekend!

“Sole Mate” Cookies

05 Wednesday Nov 2014

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baking, cookies, humour, shoe puns, shoes, sweets


“Your cookies are not well-heeled” joked Hubby, before wisely leaving the kitchen.

I was trying to apply icing to my high-heel shaped sugar cookies…and it was not going well. I even bought red icing for the occasion. But the icing was hard to squeeze (even after I cleaned the rock hard year old icing out of my icing tip – oops!) and it didn’t spread well either. The texture reminded me of red wax. It tended to roll unevenly over the surface of the cookie but not stick to it. So instead of pretty red shoes, I had shoes that looked like someone had bled out all over them after a grisly, murderous attack.

I thought I could solve the problem by using the French vanilla icing I found in the fridge, and then pipe red icing as an embellishment. But while the white icing smeared smoothly, I kept breaking the cookies. I had only saved 16 cookies – 2 for each table – and they were disappearing fast!

I had lost my cool the night before and ended up cleaning up a big mess (meanwhile the guinea pigs were contained but not in their cage so I had another big mess – ugh!).  And I was struggling to not have a different kind of meltdown, one that would end with me sitting on the kitchen floor and sobbing…so Hubby was wise to step out of the kitchen (before I booted him out).

I can’t say that I’m head over in heels in love with them, but I am hoping they will lift some soles!

High Heel Shoe Cookies

“Crazy Shot” Lingerie

28 Thursday Aug 2014

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I made the mistake a few years ago, during a low point, of telling Hubby not to bother buying me any more lingerie and I cleared out most of my drawer. I figured he’d already bought the cow and quite frankly, “the old gray mare, she ain’t what she used to be”. And then I reconsidered and added it back on my birthday/Christmas list. My drawer remains empty…(except for the black bustier I shared with the ladies of Morning Break…and one pastor. To read why, click here).

Since I had half an hour to kill before I picked Little Guy up from camp last night, I stopped in at a new lingerie store. The store name is in French, and if you remove the last 3 letters, it translates to “crazy shot”…and there was something crazy going on inside!

The first thing I noticed was the delicate scent of lavender. Next was the eye candy, shimmering pastel confections with lace and bows. Many of the items were hung on sequined hangers that sparkled like disco balls in the soft, warm light. There was even a white couch facing the dressing room, embellished with lacy and feathery pillows to provide a special someone a private viewing perch. There wasn’t a hint of skank anywhere, just elegance and class…

I gravitated (slowly so as not to be too conspicuous) to the rack on the back wall subtly marked 70% off. It was mostly soft cotton and lace pajamas. I peeked at the price of a simple navy & white striped chemise made of cotton knit….$175.00…and I struggled to not belt out “Are you freaking kidding me?” I can buy an oversized knit T-shirt at Wal-Mart for under $5. Sure, it’s not sexy but I won’t have to put a second mortgage on my house so I can sleep comfortably in the summer.

Obviously, I was not going to be making any purchases today. Slightly disappointed, but not undaunted, I moved across the aisle to the next rack, and not wanting to give the impression that my jaw was dragging on the floor in shock, I picked up a bustier with matching panties. It had solid creamy satin cups edged with pale pink ribbon rosebuds. The body of it was made with delicate, almost ethereal cream lace, and the bottom was a scalloped edge of satin. Perfection! The matching panties were also cream satin and about the size of a postage stamp. “Are you freaking kidding me?” I wanted to scream. It was $450.00. I wanted to ask if the boning came from an actual whale, slaughtered by a blonde Bunny, and deboned in the North Atlantic Sea.

I strolled nonchalantly to the front door, smiled sweetly at the lady at the counter (who thankfully was busy chatting with a buxom broad this whole time), and slipped out the door to my car, where I burst out laughing. Why was it so expensive? The satin was the same polyester blend that I find at the department store. I used to choke at their prices, finding it difficult to justify spending more than $20 on something that I sleep in (and often can’t wear in front of my family – they’ve been scarred enough). I understand that “true” lingerie (as opposed to the mass-produced ready-to-wear variety) is more expensive because they are using a higher quality of fabrics and laces. I wear expensive bras (mostly because I can’t buy my size off the rack). Thanks to gravity, bras need to be well-constructed to provide adequate support. Not only that, but the shape and contours of women’s bodies are not cookie-cutter, so companies are continually experimenting with different cuts and forms to provide support and comfort. But $450!?!? Just imagine how many pairs of fabulous shoes I could buy with that kind of cash…and I can wear them outside the boudoir! Now that’s a wise investment.

Hubby suggested the prices were high based on the location of the store. However, it’s in a strip mall…two doors to the left is a Hockey Lion store, and two doors to the right is a Convenience Store. Hmm…I’m not convinced. But I am convinced that there are women out there with way too much money and who may just be dumb enough to think that if they pay these exorbitant prices, they are collecting something valuable. Perhaps she doesn’t realize that she needs to search from within to find beauty, something far more valuable than a $300 nightgown. I believe a woman with a loving heart and a gentle spirit can look exquisite in a $20 nightgown, and if she is with the right guy, he’ll be blown away by her.

I don’t know how I went from being blow away by exorbitant prices to being blown away by that last statement. Maybe it’s a deeper truth that we all need to remember…it isn’t the price of the gown, or the fabric or label…it really is about what’s inside…and that’s not crazy!

 

Manifesto: Red Shoes

15 Friday Aug 2014

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Every women, at some point in her life, must own (and proudly wear) a pair of red shoes. I don’t care if they are stilettos or sneakers, ballet flats or strappy sandals. Why? Because “Cinderella is proof that a new pair of shoes can change your life.” – Author Unknown

“Every woman” encompasses every age and stage. Whether she is a girl on the brink of becoming a woman, or a woman on the edge of becoming a grandmother. Whether she is falling in love, or saying farewell to an old one. Whether she is facing a new opportunity or living in mediocrity. Married or single, young or old – it’s important to feel like a woman. It’s important that she allow herself to be expressive and bold because she is worth it.

For years, I secretly coveted a pair of red high heels, but the dull side of me couldn’t justify such a purchase. Every time I passed a pair in a store window, I felt a twinge of guilt for even looking at such an impractical item. And one day I got tired of feeling guilty. My dreams are small and many will be unrealized…what was the big deal about wearing a pair of shoes in a sassy shade? Who decided I was to spend my lifetime in boring, basic black or blah brown? Only me…I bought a pair of shiny red heels. It was one of the first times I felt (dare I say it) sexy. I felt less like a country bumpkin in the big city; I felt “invincible”.  I wear them often!

I was shopping with my Mom yesterday, looking at red shoes and she casually commented that she wondered about getting a pair of red shoes too, but then what would she wear them with…and I immediately answered “everything”. I pair them with sundresses and jeans. I’ve inspired other women to step outside the box they’ve put themselves in to try some fabulous footwear. Ladies, no more excuses…

It’s time to Colour Our World. That little pop of colour can brighten any woman’s day…and make the world a little sunnier for those around her. “Color your world because the world is too simple in black and white.” –  Daniel Long

It’s time to Challenge Our World. “A shoe is not only a design, but it’s a part of your body language, the way you walk. The way you’re going to move is quite dictated by your shoes.” – Christian Louboutin When a woman feels glamorous, she is more likely to realize and to appreciate, what a beauty she is…inside and out. She will realize that it is okay to look and feel beautiful. It’s okay to stand out in a crowd. She will cease to be defined only by her job or her marital status, by the “hats” she wears in the world, and to reclaim her place as a woman in the world. She will re-discover her femininity and embrace it. Like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, she will find her way “home”.

It’s time to Conquer Our World. When a woman feels like she looks good, she feels good! She feels confident. She stands taller. She will stand up and speak out for others. She will stand up and speak out for herself. She is more likely to overcome her inhibitions because she realizes that just by wearing ritzy red shoes and shining in the crowd, she already has. She isn’t defined by the “box” she has put herself in, or allowed herself to be put in by others. In the words of Marilyn Monroe, “Give a girl the right shoes, and she can conquer the world.”

What shade of red? “Bright reds – scarlet, pillar-box red, crimson or cherry – are very cheerful and youthful. There is certainly a red for everyone.” – Christian Dior

Did the addition of my red heels mean that I’m more willing to take risks, more willing to stand out in the crowd? Am I embracing a sassier side? Absolutely! A day is coming when I will trade in my red heels for something more comfortable and safe (since heels aren’t good for you). But that day is not today…and you can “bet your bottom dollar” that this Cinderella will wear red forever!

Wearing a Favourite: “To wear dreams on one’s feet is to begin to give reality to one’s dreams.” - Roger Vivier

Wearing a Favourite: “To wear dreams on one’s feet is to begin to give reality to one’s dreams.” – Roger Vivier

To see more Weekly Writing Challenge Manifestos, click here.

*all quotes are from www.brainyquote.com

Capture Your 365 (July 2 – 12)

15 Tuesday Jul 2014

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Walter Elliot said “Perseverance is not a long race; it is many short races one after the other.” Therefore, I am still racing, week by week, toward completing my goal of finishing the Capture Your 365 Project…and this week I’m also racing to get everything in order so I can go on vacation next week. I can’t wait!

An Apple a Day: Queen: “…This is no ordinary apple, it's a magic wishing apple.” Snow White: “A wishing apple?” Queen: “Yes! One bite, and all your dreams will come true.” Snow White (1937)
An Apple a Day: Queen: “…This is no ordinary apple, it’s a magic wishing apple.” Snow White: “A wishing apple?” Queen: “Yes! One bite, and all your dreams will come true.” Snow White (1937)
On the Window Sill: This little 1940's “Dog” Novelty Perfume Bottle sat in my Grandmother’s kitchen window sill for years. I remember it being in the window in the farm house.
On the Window Sill: This little 1940’s “Dog” Novelty Perfume Bottle sat in my Grandmother’s kitchen window sill for years. I remember it being in the window in the farm house.
The Essentials: “Beauty, to me, is about being comfortable in your own skin. That, or a kick-ass red lipstick.” - Gwyneth Paltrow
The Essentials: “Beauty, to me, is about being comfortable in your own skin. That, or a kick-ass red lipstick.” – Gwyneth Paltrow
Bursting: “What will come from the briar but the berry.” – Irish Proverb
Bursting: “What will come from the briar but the berry.” – Irish Proverb
Wearing a Favourite: “To wear dreams on one’s feet is to begin to give reality to one’s dreams.” - Roger Vivier
Wearing a Favourite: “To wear dreams on one’s feet is to begin to give reality to one’s dreams.” – Roger Vivier

 

I’m In Love…

02 Wednesday Apr 2014

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I’m in love…with a pair of shiny, deep red, snakeskin “Mary Jane” pumps…on sale (30% off)…and they’re just a little. Too. Big.

It turns out that what I needed most to help soothe my weary bitter soul was the healing balm of shoe shopping! “Clothes never look any good… food just makes me fatter… shoes always fit.” (Maggie, In Her Shoes). Shoes always look good…even when they don’t fit. And these shoes looked good!

What I really wanted to find was a pair of basic black heels since mine look like they’ve been chewed by a dog…and we don’t own a dog. Instead, I started to lust after other pairs: the black pumps with gray snakeskin toes, the black and tan stilettos, the sparky blue pumps with a silver heel like a bullet…I was drawn to the shiny shoes in bubble-gum colours – I just wanted to eat them up!

I didn’t grow up with a sense of entitlement or a dying need to have the latest brand name. In fact, when buying clothing and shoes, practical and price were far more important than pretty. There was room for pretty…but it came at a price!

In the end, I did buy a pair of shoes… The sales guy kindly checked to make sure they were both the same size (obviously not Canadian sizing) and that one was left and one was right. I’m glad he checked. I may have 2 left feet when it comes to dancing, but I can’t imagine running through my day with 2 left feet. He was chatty (and cute) so I mentioned I haven’t really shoe-shopped in almost 10 years, to which he replied “sacrilege”. The shoes weren’t red, snakeskin, or even heels…they are practical and they were on sale…at 80% off the lowest price – which made them only $7.00! And every woman reading this just sent me a mental “high five”.

It felt so good, I headed to another shoe store, where I apparently entertained a fellow shopper. I didn’t realize anyone was listening in on my mindless mutterings until she burst into laughter and told me I was “delightful”. Evidently, I muttered things like “I don’t have a death wish” while examining black stilettos, “where are we? The jungle?” while stroking a pair of zebra pumps, or “I look like my mother” while admiring a pair of white heels… (my mother, by the way, has great taste!!)

I lusted after a glossy pair of gold heels but just couldn’t justify them (even at $30) but the salesgirl gets a gold star for trying. I told her I worked in a church office and they were a bit “over the top” for an old church lady. But then again, would the pastors really notice….?

“Cinderella is proof that a new pair of shoes can change your life.” – Author: Unknown

Capture Your 365 (March 24-31)

31 Monday Mar 2014

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365 Daily Photo Challenge, Capture your 365 project, CY365, garden, nature, Photo Challenge, photography, shoes


If I don’t hurry up and post, I will be sharing March’s photos on April Fool’s Day! I found March’s photo challenge prompts extremely challenging – either I didn’t know how to approach it or it didn’t turn out the way I imagined. Or worse – I couldn’t get to my camera! And with a “winter” that threatened to never end”…well, the motivation to get out and take photos just wasn’t there!

Lineup: “For in the true nature of things, if we rightly consider, every green tree is far more glorious than if it were made of gold and silver.” -Martin Luther
Lineup: “For in the true nature of things, if we rightly consider, every green tree is far more glorious than if it were made of gold and silver.” -Martin Luther
Arched: “Back of every creation, supporting it like an arch, is faith. Enthusiasm is nothing: it comes and goes. But if one believes, then miracles occur.” -Henry Miller
Arched: “Back of every creation, supporting it like an arch, is faith. Enthusiasm is nothing: it comes and goes. But if one believes, then miracles occur.” -Henry Miller
Foreground: “When the wires are all down and your heart is covered with the snows of pessimism and the ice of cynicism, then, and only then, have you grown old.” -Samuel Ullman
Foreground: “When the wires are all down and your heart is covered with the snows of pessimism and the ice of cynicism, then, and only then, have you grown old.” -Samuel Ullman
In The Garden: “People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; never throw out anyone.” – Audrey Hepburn
In The Garden: “People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; never throw out anyone.” – Audrey Hepburn

Where I Stand: In the School yard – one wrong step and I either fall in the snow, or fall in the water. Spring is coming!!

Where I Stand: In my backyard– Spring is coming!!

Three months down…nine to go!

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