But first… this is a poster that I assume one of my younger sisters put up in their room, which used to be my room, oh so many years ago, which is the room i’m staying in while visiting my mom.
There’s a 12″x12″ mirror tile on the closet door. A little too low to see in without hunching over. My older sister and I, when we shared this room in the 70’s, etched our names in the mirror with one of those diamond-tipped “pens.” They’re still there.
I like this part of Browning’s poem: “…I love thee with breadth, smiles, tears, of all my life!” And I especially like the exclamation point 🙂
Today is the 1 year anniversary of my starting this blog. To mark the occasion, I made a collage using all 365 of the moments that I’ve posted here.
I can recall taking each one. 🙂
I started this in early March last year, in time to capture the signs of Spring, and into the Summer as things began to warm up and as we spend so much time on the lake… then through the changes in Fall and Winter when we spend more of our time on projects and playing with friends on land. I’ve come full circle, and am looking forward all the moments from the coming year.
Happy Mardi Gras! and HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Lori and to Mary!
Today’s post makes the 365th moment that I have shared with you. This is a shot of one of the geraniums I planted yesterday that I took today during a break between conference calls.
I’m very pleased that I have stuck with this post-a-photo-per-day-for-a-year project. There were some days that I found it difficult to see something worth sharing. But I have to say that most days I looked forward to toting my camera around with me, and was usually pleased to find a moment that was either a photo that I liked or at least made for a nice story to share.
Wow, a year. 365 moments. It goes by fast.
I look forward to keeping my blog going. I don’t know that I will be posting something every day, but I am definitely looking forward to posting more moments worth sharing.
A colleague of mine passed away over the weekend after a fight with cancer. He was only 51.
I can only hope that you all have many more years left on this earth to share with your friends and family. But since we never know when our time will be up, we have to take the time to enjoy and be thankful for each and every day that we get to spend with them. I have done that for a year. And I hope to from here on out…
One year ago today our little blue birdie, Petey, went to the giant birdcage in the sky. He has been on my mind today, so though it’s not a photo I took today, it’s the moment I want to share. This was taken when he was 4 or 5. He lived 9+ years!
I miss our chatty friend…. Pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty biiiiiird.
I’m getting a slow start to Christmas decorations this year. Tonight I hung the stockings by the fireplace with care. I also set up my very small nativity display that I have been carrying around from place to place for probably about 20 years.
When I was little I remember looking forward to doing this every year with our family’s manger set. Unpacking the figurines – each year they seemed to have a few more nicks and cracks. Putting the fake straw and snow in the manger. Putting the 3 kings on one side. Putting the shepherds and animals on the other. Baby Jesus under the light.
I don’t know when (or if) we’ll get around to putting up a tree, or lights on the outside of the house this year. But at least, as of now, we are officially decorated for Christmas. 🙂
I was searching for a subject to shoot tonight. One of the things I happened upon was this dried bouquet of flowers that I keep on top of our wedding album. I like how the shot turned out. But, I like it also because of the memory the bouquet brings back every time I walk by.
We had booked an awesome estate called House on the Hillfor the weekend where both our out-of-town families stayed. It had a main residence, 3 cottages, a pool, beautiful grounds and an amazing view of the Hill Country. It was also the location where we held the rehearsal dinner and reception. (it was AWESOME)
But I digress. On the day of the wedding, the florist was supposed to deliver the bride’s bouquet to the House on the Hill for the formal family photos, and the rest of the flowers to the church.
Well, it didn’t work out that way. When the time came for photos before everyone headed to the church… no bride’s bouquet. Uh oh. Ok, no biggie. We would just take the photos without a bouquet. My sister, Noreen, disappeared and came back about 5 minutes later with a hastily assembled bouquet of flowers and ribbon from the rehearsal dinner the night before. How sweet is that? That was the bouquet we used for the photo shots, which turned out lovely.
While I LOVE the brides bouquet that I picked out for the wedding, and did get to carry that down the aisle, this small bouquet is the one I kept and the one I remember fondly.
Today is my parent’s 52nd anniversary. I’m so very glad that all the kids threw them a big party for their 50th. Even though my dad was ill at the time, seeing people that they hadn’t seen in some cases since their wedding was a wonderful thing. Oddly enough, of 2 of the 3 groomsmen (or was it 3 out of 4?) that made it to the 50th celebration had died within a month or two after the party. So it was a sweet, last reunion. And my dad passed away almost a year ago.
So, today I celebrate their anniversary and our family that got its start on this day over half a century ago.
I remember thinking when I was a little girl that my mom was as pretty as a movie star. And I never understood why she would just chuckle when I told her so.
She must have been in her early 20s in this photo, several years before she met my dad. At the time, she couldn’t possibly have imagined how her life was to unfold, the funny kids that would be hers, the profound impact she was to have on all of us, the many places she would live, and all the friends she would make over the years.
One thing’s for sure though — hands down, the best mom in the world. 🙂
I wish we lived closer together, but phone calls and visits will have to make due. She’s always on my mind, but today especially — Happy Birthday Mom!
A very sad day, indeed. Who knew that a little blue bird, weighing about 1.5 ounces would touch our hearts the way Petey has over the last 9 years. Today was his last day with us. The tumor in his abdomen has swollen up to be the size of a ping pong ball. His quality of life has deteriorated to a point where he can’t move around his cage. He’s visibly in pain. Monte took him outside to give him one last chance to fly free, and he did (!) — to the neighbor’s yard. He was completely exhausted. The vet peacefully put him asleep forever and we took him home and buried him in a cedar box in the woods in our backyard. We miss you Petey.