This is probably not the best night to write and share.
I'm tired and fairly grumpy.
People. Finances. Lack of time. A big question.
If I haven't stopped by your place lately. I do want to, I just don't seem to get there.
I spend time trying to sell stuff, without a lot of luck. I look at pretty or funny, but not things I have to really focus on. I've been chatting online with an old friend and some family. That's nice. I drive and I work.
Then I start again.
I've been listening to John Denver in the car. It takes me away to a time when I was young and had my whole life in front of me and it was sure to be filled with promise and dreams come true (right).
When this song came on the other day, I had to laugh when he sings, "it turns me on to think of growing old". How 'old' could he have been? Twelve? But, what is funny, is that when I first heard that line as a teen, I knew it in my bones...I felt the same way.
Why did I want to be a grown up so much?
So, this attempt in putting it all down here, may read like a possessed pendulum! Some times are like that.
Oh and for some reason, I can't access my Picasa account, for days and days now. So let's see how successful I am with photos here.
And if you're here, thanks. I will be by your place soon!
If you are like me, and some folks I know...if you have ever had the run-away-from-it-all dream...come Wander With Me ~ these two are doing just that, with gorgeous photographs and no bugs!!
The geode on the left has been mine since my teens. The snow and lake of it symbolizes my John Denver years, my youth...my wishes and dreams. Rocky Mountain High, I Guess He'd Rather be in Colorado or something like that. The one on the right was a gift to us from the boy and the girl. Isn't it beautiful? What does it look like to you? I see space. I see light. I see a sense of freedom, of letting go. I joke that there will be room in the tiny house for these!
|X on the cloth|
|X on the weave|
I passed this book along to a young family recently. Mom is part Choctaw. So is my guy.
This book sat here long enough to be too young for the grandsons!
While reading through it one last time, my eyes rest for a long time on this woven ball. Isn't it beautiful?
Every morning, before heading out, I stop for a hug and a long look at my trees. You've met them many times before. These are the trees on the other side of my neighbor's property line. I love them. They are tall, old, stately, beautiful, rugged...
|Hawk vs Crows|
We are forever exclaiming in delight that there is some Giant Bird in the tree and running in to grab the binoculars and the camera! Usually it is a hawk or a crow or something we've concluded is a large partridge type bird.
On this day it was a hawk with two crows harassing him (why do I associate hawks as males?). It is amazing to watch them, doing what they do.
That's all I've got for tonight folks. Tomorrow morning I will again, be on the road...sewing basket on the front seat and dreaming and composing on my mind.
May you all have a week filled with goodness....