A work of art. Nothing short of a miracle, how come I cannot trim my bushes to look like that.
Sunday morning and my coffee is brewing. I have sunshine this morning so it will be a warm day. I did get my chores done yesterday and added a few more. Daughter Patricia picked up a free box of linens at a yard sale and it is amazing what is in this box. She put them through the washing machine and I offered to help starch and iron them. I love to iron. I got about twelve napkins done and they are Irish linen and lovely. I have more to iron today, have no idea if there are table cloths or just runners. Some one didn't want to wash and iron fancy linens and prefer to use paper napkins, but the cloth ones add a sense of style and add a bit of presence to the table. I use them frequently as I love to use the napkin rings as together they make a book rest when I read at the dining room table. There are always new uses for beautiful things. Speaking of beautiful things, Bob and Andrea sent pictures of their new home in the making. It is going to be striking and I can hardly wait to see the finished product. The pictures went to never, never land of the computer and I have no idea why. They sent pictures of the tremendous tributes to the 'hot shot's that died in the huge fire in Arizona. The town folks intend to make a permanent memorial in their honor. A tremendous loss to the families and the town.
Enjoy your Sunday doing what you do best. . . and only you know what that is. Each of us has our own idea of how we want to spend our seconds on a warm summer Sunday and best of all we can invite family and friends along. A picnic in a park sounds good; a beach picnic is within our grasp here and even picnic tables on the walkway at Harris Beach. Some like to putter in their gardens, others like to find a shady nook and sit quietly communing with nature. It is really wonderful to watch the birds, bees and butterflies flitting around, and there is always watering to be done. Go and make a rainbow. Rainbows
As I raised the hose towards heaven/and watered the dry, dry lawn,/a mist caught the spray and a rainbow was born. I stood there amazed/at such a lovely sight/not knowing I could make a rainbow/from the sun's morning light. The power of the water stream/caught the prisms in the air/showing all the colors/spreading everywhere. I laughed out loud/to my delight/as my rainbow took flight/leaving the lawn green and still/ small sunbeams glistening on the grassy blades/the hose shut off for another day.
Go!! Make a rainbow. Hugs to all. |
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