I came upon a bed of tulips…

...some veined with magenta, and others the deepest red...almost black...

…some veined with magenta, and others the deepest red…almost black…

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...so naturally, I had to photograph them and 'play' a bit...

…so naturally, I had to photograph them and ‘play’ a bit…

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...while looking deep inside...

…while looking deep inside…

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...to search the wonders I knew I would find.

…to search the wonders I knew I would find.

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A day early, I dedicate these images to all Mothers…past, present and future.

May you and children experience the greatest of all…LOVE!

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Free E-cards for your Valentines!

I made up a few you can send to anyone you wish!

Disregard the copyright rule for these three images ONLY, and thanks!

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LOVE Candy-is all we need

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And, for those of you who would like to send a more ‘traditional’ Valentine, there is this:

Rose Heart-Text

Just click on the picture, then copy and paste into your e-mail…

what could be easier?

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone…the world could use a lot more LOVE!

The floral shop…

…I posted yesterday has a second display window.  As I walked by earlier today, I have no idea what caused the steam, but I do know that Valentine’s Day is a florist’s busiest of the entire year!

Steamy Valentine's Day Window Display

Steamy Valentine’s Day Window Display

Wondering…will your day be this ‘steamy’?

Love Begets Love: The Tablecloth Project

One of the gifts I received when I graduated from 8th grade was from my Grandma Martha, my Dad’s mother–a hand-crocheted tablecloth. Though I wasn’t exactly thrilled (being a typical teenager then), I packed it away, to be used after marriage…I don’t think I’ve used it but once for its intended purpose.

Martha was 69 years old when she lovingly began crocheting each 3-inch floret–there are 616!–which had to be joined by over 600 more florets, so you can imagine how long she worked on this magnificent piece.

Back at the beginning of November, as I was unpacking Christmas things to make new decorations, I pulled out the tablecloth…and that ‘little voice’ said, “It’s time to wash this and repair it!”–which I did!

Here are some of the repairs I encountered, and mind you, I do not crochet, so I had to carefully join the original loops with some older white thread I had kept–as the tablecloth is now going on 53 years old!

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Finally, this project has come to an end…though I somehow ‘felt’ my Grandma looking over my shoulder, as I struggled to join loops properly.

When I began, it was difficult to figure out what loop went where, but each time I picked up the project again, I got the same feeling of love…that I was doing things the right way.

It was almost as if Grandma was guiding the needle for me, because the task became very easy.

Twice, I laid the tablecloth over my bed, and found even more repairs needed, which should have been frustrating–but were not, you see, because I could picture myself as a child, sitting on her carpet, looking up and watching her pray her rosary and crochet at the same time!  What a multitasker, eh?

In fact, the very first oil painting I did back in 1975 was that very memory!  (Sorry, no image available)

About a week and a half ago, I finished!

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The tablecloth is now packed away in a plastic carrier, because it’s too large for my table!

I may hang it at the window, but it will get dusty and dirty, and I really don’t know how many more washings it can take.

What I do know is:  this gift was made out of  love, and when I repaired it, I gained more love, not only for my Grandma, but for all those who persevere and achieve a goal, no matter what their circumstances!

Sow-wise

Image courtesy:  www.growfruitsathome.com

 

SOW-WISE

Now I’ve dug the hole.
What shall I plant
In the garden/space
Of my life?

Some Courage, perhaps
A long, winding row
Of Patience.

Seven short rows
Of Strength.

Ten alternating hedgerows
Of Faith
And Love
Above
Small outcroppings
Of Awareness.

All to provide
For the winter/life
Yet to be.

Coyright 2003  http://www.anotherthousandwords.wordpress.com