The peony is almost out of season.
I love this flower. It has layers of petals and to watch them slowly unfold brings contentment. My life is so simple that I’m entertained by watching peonies open before my eyes. 🙂
A nearby store carries them, but supply is getting low, so I bought what they had.
When I woke up the next day and walked by the coffee table, I stopped and stared.
They had burst open during the night.
The store offers a 5 day guarantee on flowers. If they don’t open properly you can return them.
I found the receipt, placed them in a bag and took them back to the store. The florist remembered me from the day before.
She didn’t have any fresh peonies, but suggested I take a look around. Nothing screamed, ‘take me home’, so I went to a cashier for the return.
That was a first. Returning dead flowers.
That’s another level of a beautiful life. Knowing what doesn’t belong and to lovingly send it back.
My favorite part of my daughter being away on weekends is taking up the entire driveway. I park smack in the middle. I sleep similarly, by spreading out and taking up the entire bed.
I’m not afraid to be alone. I quite enjoy it.
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I spent the weekend decluttering our home.
As we grow and change from within, it’s natural for our surroundings to change. I packed up items we weren’t using, but wished to keep. Moved pictures and small items to new locations. The biggest change was the coffee bar.
I moved it to another part of the house.
Our coffee bar is mainly tea and what was once the coffee bar is now wide open space.
Don’t panic. The Chemex is in the kitchen. 🙂
When my daughter returns home she knows she will see changes made. She almost expects it.
They may be obvious, or it might be in the tiniest of details. Now, she looks around eagerly for the changes. She moved her room around last week.
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To raise our children to be self sufficient adults. That’s the goal. Be the change. Move stuff around in your environment and soul.
She knows I love her, but she also sees me enjoying being alone. Embrace the change.
I read this quote and made it into a meme.
I’m grateful that I learned how to make memes. When I first began, a stranger stepped up and sent me a message that was very discouraging.
He owns several Facebook pages with lots of followers, so maybe he was trying to help the newbie? I stopped making them for a while after that.
He didn’t approve of the font I was using.
Back then, I was just learning and experimented with every type font. Each quote has a unique feel and deserves it’s own background and style.
I looked at one of his pages and every meme was on a black background with the same font.
Mine come from the heart.
They are not perfect, but it’s not so much how they look, but what they say. When I make one, I feel someone needs to hear that today. Maybe it’s you.
Joy is of the heart. Keep doing what makes your heart happy my darling and joy will find you.
My daughter has left for the weekend.
We have this word we’ve been using.
Let the weekend begin.
I hugged her before she left and she said, “You smell good.” I was wearing my shimmer mist, so maybe she will see some glitter from that hug later on.
She texted me once she arrived at her destination and said, “Have a magnificent weekend!” My response was, “I wish you all the magnificence”.
I wish the same for you my darlings.
I went to a Farmer’s Market Friday.
There was a lady there selling handmade necklaces and mosaic dinnerware. Out of all the necklaces on display, this one spoke to me.
It’s a mustard seed.
I smiled, paid the lady and brought it home. I haven’t worn it yet, but surely will.
What’s funny is I have it laying on my bedside table and just seeing it reminds me of faith.
It’s easy to lose our faith, or maybe it shrinks to the size of this seed. Even if our faith is that small, we can still move mountains. (Matt 17:20)
Faith is trusting God without knowing why.
Even if it’s the size of a mustard seed.