Colors

Wonder who is responsible for this  . . . the light says go but the sign says no . . . and we wonder about following signs . . . I'd say carefully.  

Color the magic in our lives.    Our whole being reacts to color.   There is no price on the beauty of the color that surrounds us.   At first I thought serenity;  then as I looked again my eye caught the brightness and the beginnings of a new day with all its promises.  Maybe this weekend you can wander out into an area where there are fields of color and take time to stroll, picnic under a tree and rejuvenate your soul.   

How precious little ones are.

The new Oregon travel magazine is in and this picture caught my eye.   It is the 117th season for the Oregon Symphony Orchestra and concerts.   It is the oldest orchestra west of the Mississippi.   I am not a symphony fan although I have watched the  musicians play on television PBS programs and enjoyed them.   I marvel at anyone who can play an instrument.    I always wanted to play the piano, even took a few lessons, but it was a lost cause.  I just don't have a mind for it or too many heavy fingers.   But . . . like the beautiful pictures of art, the colors in our lives, music is what keeps us alive as it makes us very happy or very sad as it tells a story in so many different notes.    How blessed we are to have such talented people in our lives who are willing to share and make us feel so alive.

Here it is Friday already.   I am not sure how it got here so fast.   Christine returned to her home safe and sound and left a big hole which she has promised to fill again soon.    It can't be soon enough to suit me.   Granddaughter Erin touched her toes back in the USA last evening so it wont belong before she is walking in the door and how wonderful it is going to be to listen to her adventures and see all of the pictures she took in her nine months of travel.    

We had a dark and dreary day yesterday with thunder storms rolling through and smoke in our air again, or should I say still.    The fires are still on going and more have started.  The one in Yosemite has been a terror all its own.    It was a day to bake so I made some jean cookies, open the cupboard door and see what you have to work with and put it together and discover a new or awful taste.    I came up with cleaning out the applesauce jar and found some raisins to put into the batter.   They came out soft but tasty and I couldn't put it together again if I tried.    I forgot the salt but then I don't think it will even be missed.  I made a pot of soup with a mismosh of vegetables and it came out very tasty.   The puzzle is one of colorful balloons and it got some attention, but finishing my book was even better.   Now to find a new read, or an invitation out the door to see the sights and sounds of Brookings.    Maybe I'll find a yard sale or two today and look for a treasure.   So pull up your boot straps and get ready for the end of your week and that new weekend coming up.    Take in an Art Gallery, find a field of flowers and walk through and be refreshed in mind and body.    Take a friend along and enjoy each other . . . maybe a picnic is in order.   Whatever you choose, enjoy your seconds and don't forget to sing out loud.   Hugs to all.