Sunday, April 29, 2012

no egg on my face

My current low carb breakfast is two soft boiled eggs with cottage cheese, and whatever
 else I may want to throw in for flavoring or interest. It's funny how certain things take us back 
in time or remind us of someone. Every time I soft boil an egg I think of Becky, a friend 
in nursing school. She had one every morning at breakfast and she'd sit across the table from 
me and crack it in half perfectly. I'm not that great at doing the soft boil just right, 
but the other morning it was perfect. Not by intention, but I think I forgot it on the 
stove for a minute longer than normal. It was so beautiful, (hear a sigh?) 
and it is simply amazing that the camera was nearby.
I saw such beauty in it. Look at the color of the yolk. And there is so much to marvel about in an egg 
and how it all works ... and all you with new chicken coop projects will really marvel ...

Friday, April 27, 2012


I wonder why we ... that is, at this house, don't have more traditions. We have some, 
maybe enough for us ... but traditions are so calming, comforting, securing, and usually fun.

One that the Gardener and I follow on our yearly visits further south to visit family and friends is an early morning breakfast at a pier restaurant. 

I'm not talking about anything fancy at all, but you can't beat the view.

Last week we were early enough to be the first and had the pick of any dry seat we could find. 

We watched the fishermen at work. Seemed to be a successful morning. 
And then, little by little, people filed in to eat as the sun rose higher in the sky. 
Time for us to leave and wander further along to another favorite spot. A walk and 
a relaxing swing ... I wonder how long I could have stayed there? 
Is there ever enough time in a swing?

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

In the Eyes of the Beholder

 When we were visiting family and friends in a southern most state last week, we drove to the beach 
for our traditional, yearly breakfast on the water. As we started to drive home off the island, I began 
to see beauty where I did not expect it. I think if you look well enough, you find beauty 
in unexpected places. For example I was struck (above) by the color, the gracious 
lines of the fence and railing, and a scattering of leaves against the tree.
 Order (somewhat!) and color.
Not the nicest place or foliage, but beautiful spots of pink blossoms speak beauty.
A truck parked near a drug store chain.  
(Later in the week): the beauty of storm clouds. 
(Later in the week): an old house. 
Bonus: photo of house above recreated in P*cnik's "new friend."

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder," but the key is to look for beauty.

Sunday, April 22, 2012


I find grace and beauty in arches ... maybe that's why I'm always drawn to them ... 
and pull out my camera. These are some of the many arches at the 
Ringling Museum in Sarasota, Florida. Such a lovely spot.

Friday, April 20, 2012

all that pink

Seems I always have my camera in my bag, and was happy I did 
when at an antique shop recently. I was struck by all the 
pink, and thought of "Pink Saturday" coming up. 
Actually I noticed this pair of lamps first of all. So cute!! They would not 
go in my house but somebody should snatch them up. 
I'd love seeing them in use.
Everywhere I turned there seemed to be pink, and since I love the color,
I pulled out my camera. No further words needed.

Connecting to Pink Saturdays at Beverley's How Sweet the Sound 

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

card party

 I think it's fun to think of a pack of eight note cards ... with each one being different.
 The only problem with that is that it can be hard to choose which card to send to someone.
 When I get a gift of a pack of pretty notecards, there are times when 
I'd just rather frame each one of them!
I've written many a note card over the years ... back when we wrote letters, writing cards were
faster as they were a bit shorter to write, and added the fun of a picture.
Kind of like how writing a blog post seems more interesting when a photo is included!

Friday, April 13, 2012

Cinderella ... and Mysterious Ways

The other day I lost my cell phone. I lose things easily--or at least it seems I misplace something every day ... but I've never lost my cell before. This was a "serious loss" in that I really had searched everywhere, and called my number without hearing it anywhere in the house. The complication was that the Gardener and I were traveling separately and needed to each have our phone. We are due to change/renew our contract and if I had to buy a new one I didn't want to have to make a quick decision.

There was one possibility that brought hope through a restless night, but I would not know until the next morning when my "Tuesday office" unlocked it doors. Sure enough, the next morning a coworker found it for me, innocently sitting on my desk where I had left it in a rush, gathering up papers and laptop as I went out the door. The relief was tangible. The Gardener left on his way, and we were very grateful.

A friend, Christiania, who often shares her clothes with me, had passed along a very nice pair of very cute "flats" recently. Before I left for my Tuesday office to retrieve the phone, I decided to try them on one more time. They really were just a tad too large for me. Flapped around when I walked. But oh so cute. I decided to take them along. I had in mind a friend or two at the office who might be able to wear them.

The first friend loved them and tried ... but her feet were too big. The second friend knew her feet were too small. The third friend's feet were too wide. The fourth friend's feet were too large and she needed support in her shoes. I began to think I was searching for Cinderella! The fifth friend wasn't in her office. I headed for the kitchen, shoes in hand, out of ideas and planning to grab a coke for the ride home. I passed S's office. Stopped and looked in. "S, what size shoe do you wear?"  Bingo.  And she "happened" to be dressed in brown and black. The very cute shoes were brown with black accents. A smile grew on her face as she reached for them and took off her old, slightly scuffed brown shoes. "You know," she told me, "just this morning when I put on these sad, old shoes, I talked to God about how much I needed a new pair of shoes." 

"What?" I asked her to repeat what she had just said. We looked at each other, our eyes filling, smiles so broad you could measure them. The shoes looked perfect and so cute with her outfit.

The night before, when I knew my phone was lost and I was filled with frustration, I didn't handle it too well. Once I calmed down, I reminded myself that God ordains my life, even, I believe, to the small details of lost phones. I wondered if there was another reason besides my need to let go of my plans and accept more calmly the chaos that comes into my life. The next day, when I knew where my cell phone was, I thought again if there was some other reason I was going to make that long drive to the office. What made me stop in the closet and look at the shoes again? And why did I pass S's office to get a coke (very unusual for me)? There's an old hymn that says "God moves in mysterious ways, His wonders to perform."  

Even small wonders.

Wednesday, April 11, 2012


I have a small collection of small teacups. I'm not sure what their original 
purpose was ... maybe something like demitasse cups ... 
I don't know much about them except that they are perfect to use when children "come to tea."
It's hard to decide which is my favorite. The Royal Albert Sweet Violets that was my 
grandmother's just might be top on the list. But then I love the Queen Anne Pink Harvest my sister
 found for me at an antique shop. It seems so "mid century."
The sweet teal green with pink flowers was tucked in my suitcase on my way home 
from a trip to Romania ... and the pink castle (Johnson Bros, 
and another antique shop find) was another 
gift from my sister as she knew my love for transferware.
It would be hard to part with any of them ... but probably most difficult 
would be my grandmother's violet teacup ... 
don't you agree?
Joining today with  Cuisine Kathleen's Let's Dish. 

Sunday, April 08, 2012


It's time to share some pictures of Little One and her Little Brother. This may have been 
our first Easter with them as they have recently moved back to town. What a beautiful day 
it was, and I couldn't believe how well they sat for a "photo session." Sweet memories!

(And my last time to do a pi*nik collage as it closes this week.) See Mary's Little Red House for more mosaics.

what a morning

See, what a morning, gloriously bright,
with the dawning of hope in Jerusalem;
Folded the grave clothes, tomb filled with light,
As the angels announce, "Christ is risen."
See God's salvation plan,
Wrought in love, borne in pain, paid in sacrifice,
Fulfilled in Christ, the Man,
For He lives; Christ is risen from the dead.

Friday, April 06, 2012


Oh to see the dawn of the darkest day;
Christ on the road to Calvary.
Tried by sinful man, torn and beaten,
then nailed to the cross of wood.

This, the power of the cross;
Christ became sin for us;
took the blame, bore the wrath...
We stand forgiven at the cross.

Wednesday, April 04, 2012

eggs everywhere

The answer to my previous post question is: chalk eggs! Most years, even if I'm alone without young ones around, 
I love to color Easter eggs, but when I don't, such as this year, I pull out the old chalk eggs.

I've been looking at Easter this year from my grandchildren's point of view as Little One is just learning about the cross and the empty tomb.Looking around the shops I see very little, if any reference to the religious meaning of Easter, which is strange since it is a religious holiday. But there are eggs a plenty! I know for many, pretty eggs represent the most welcomed new life of Spring. But the real meaning of the Easter egg is the new life inside, reminding us of the new life that can be ours because of the cross. I've even read that the hardness of the shell represents the sealed tomb with the cracking 
of an egg reminding us of Christ's resurrection from the dead. 
To me the key to it all is that the cross and tomb are both empty. It's personal. 
He is risen indeed!
 (These are dyed, shiny (olive oil) eggs from another year.) 

Sunday, April 01, 2012

spring fling

If I post a "tablescape" it's usually for real when guests are coming.
Today I just felt like setting a place. Green is so easy on the eyes, and pink is plain fun.
This reminds me of little worksheets I used to make for my kids asking, "What's different?"
I just realized, also, that the forks don't match. :-)
Can anyone guess a secret about these eggs?

Joining Cuisine Kathleen's Let's Dish and Mary's Little Red House for Monday Mosaics.
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