The young delivery guys say, “Yes Ma’am or No Ma’am.” The more mature gentlemen say Ma’am, but it’s the ones who are around my age that don’t know what to say. They are always polite though.
Maturity is beautiful. Wear it like a crown.
One of my all-time favorite Memes.
Are the people in your life treating you with respect? Well, let me tell you dahling, you deserve respect. Dig deep and uncover your power.
So my dahlings, someone out there needs to hear this, and better yet, believe this. We tend to believe what other people say about us too quickly. What does God say about us? Which is more important?
Over all the other voices, sometimes including my own, I choose to believe You God, and what You say.
A wooden arbor stands at the entryway of my front yard. Last year, I gazed at it and wondered, “What’s it’s story? What had it looked like in all it’s glory?”
It was covered up with an old vine that had died from cold weather and neglect. I vowed to one day replace the vine and make it beautiful again.
My neighbor cut the dead vine away, and discarded of it. He knew I’d been looking at vines and planned to grow another one along the arbor.
Now that the arbor is no longer covered with dead overgrowth, my plans of a new vine are on hold.
It’s all good though. My daughter has classes, and I chose to spend time with her before she left.
Thank you for your encouraging comments yesterday about These Two Jars. I found a shoe-box and dumped the pieces of paper inside. It lost all appeal. It was like the shoe box covered up the idea. I’d probably forget about writing on a slip of paper a day using the box, so back to the jar we went.
Walking away from the shoe box with jar in hand, I just plopped it down on top of the coffee bar to ponder it’s placement. Seeing the jar sitting there this morning, it looked at home, even though it was not planned. Scooping up the pieces of paper from the box I placed them back inside the jar.
Sometimes I make things more complicated than they should be. The gratitude jar was a simple idea I read about, and then tried to make perfect.
The first idea is the best idea.
Stick with the original idea. That is called inspiration when the idea of adding something meaningful to our lives first strikes. To hear that still small voice and follow through. Logic is overrated in my opinion because by following your heart there doesn’t seem to be a lot of logic to it.
By paying attention to what’s around us, we can instill the simplistic beauty of a gratitude jar.
My daughter and I have a french theme sprinkled through the house. The front door is the entryway to our home, and that french theme, so it makes sense.
That door is where this all began.
Today, I’ve been playing in the yard.
This journey with this front yard began with, A Simpler Life. An update to that post is, I found the perfect bird-feeder. It didn’t take much time.
Vintage Scrolled Birdfeeder.
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About two years ago, I grew Boston Ferns on our front porch per my daughter’s request. That was the first time I had messed with plants in years, beside growing some Canna lilies while living on 40 acres.
You see, my ex husband and I owned a landscape company during the most trying part of our marriage. We designed, planted and built outdoor living spaces in people’s backyards. We installed some magnificent yards, but he practiced on ours.
Toward the end of our marriage we no longer spoke to one another. The yard was his safe haven and he created such beautiful yards, but the well manicured yard left a sore spot in my heart.
When we moved into this house, I completely ignored the yard and let it go. It was an interesting experiment to see what would happen. I’m pretty sure UPS was scared to walk through the yard to the front porch to leave a package. It was a jungle.
As I unfolded them to put them on the bed, they smelled like perfume. It took me back to the moment I first purchased perfume wash.
I haven’t used those sheets since last summer, so I was delightfully surprised they still had that smell.
I haven’t bought Tyler wash in a while.
We started out by using it for sheets and towels only, but then we began using it for all of our clothing as well. It became expensive to use for every wash because the small bottle emptied quickly.
It was no longer special, or a moment.
I vowed to go to that little hardware store this week, and buy some perfumed wash. Our sheets will smell like mine do today. This time it will remain only for sheets because overuse steals the moment.
