Tuesday, July 18, 2023

These Are A Few Of My Favorite Things....

Dear Jonathon,

I love morning pages, afternoon pages, and bedtime pages... 
writing and letting anything n everything flow... 
Like jotting a grocery list or a to do list, 
and then gratitudes spill when you stop and remember 
with a thankful heart.  

With thanksgiving this afternoon, 
I document a few of my favorite things...
No editing, no order... -- few explanations... 
just random things I enjoy... 

a really good book to underline and dogear
white on white wedding cake 
Jamming to Revival by Cain in my Jeep
Singing with gusto not caring who hears 
my leather tote backpack from Portland Leather- color: coldbrew
Meat lovers pizza (thin crust)  and Coors Lite datenight
stargazing in the back of an olde Chevy
Nydj jeans faded just right
laughing alot... tears streaming 
hunting with my camera 
hiking new trails to explore
hearing my Love read the Word outloud for us at bedtime
old books with leather spines
steam engine trains
giant snowflakes that seem to just float to the ground
my simple wedding band from Spiegel ... remember the catalog?
leather work gloves worn
blackeyed susies 
sitting on a mountain top 
watching hawks enjoy a windy day
finding feathers and old nests
a large vanilla ice cream cone at DQ
Myguy's forearms (he'll laugh outloud when he reads this) Hi Lovie... <3
How he still calls me Dollface after all these years
getting a real letter in the mailbox
handwritten recipe cards 
Susies giggle that hasn't changed since we were first graders
kneading bread
a great cup of coffee with coffee mate and stevia
homemade hashbrowns with real butter, salt n pepper
the company of dogs: Daisy, Rosie, and Lily
an owl sticker that I'm to wave to on the dash of my Jeep (thanks Blake)
the most comfortable bed in the whole world 
a room lit by only candlelight 
my pair of Blundstones 
Revlon 467
hoarding flowers 
bacon lettuce tomato samiches 
walking through the woods in the rain
peanut butter toast with banana on top 
truth and honesty 
making eye contact 
warm hugs
holding hands 
how he sweetly opens my door 
watercolor drips and splatters 
beautiful sunsets 
spotted fawns 
Quills kitty hugs 
an apron full of gathered eggs 
my beloved jean jacket 
finding a coin on the ground (In God we trust)
finding hearts 
the light cascading through trees 
Autumn everything 
Fiona's nickers 
 apple pie for dessert 
little box of animal crackers 
taking black n white photos 
 Conklin Duragraph fountain pen filled with Black Carbon ink 
trays of soft pastels 
pencil lines messy
crooked stitches 
rust and  painty chippy peely wood 
time to play 
flea market and antique store wandering 
old love letters kept 
memory box of childhood trinkets 
watching my bobber disappear
dragonflies everywhere 
a happy ending .... 
like now.  

Until we meet again...
Good evening Jonathon,




Friday, July 7, 2023

Documented Joys

Botanical muffys 
she baked up special

and green tea for Aunt Nancy
who never has to pinkyup

seeing  water bug paddles
through my Aunts eyes
and bits of my Momma as well

crossing creeks with my Love

finding hearts together 
gathering  rocks, moss and petals ... 
Daisy's new word: 
and how she now stops and waits for me to catch up

the new dress I love so so much
modest, botanical, and 
I just feel pretty when I wear it. 

the often  raccoon side show at our Arbys ... 

all these little hats

the chirping wild rosebush....

this starling who survived after dangling upside down most of the afternoon
gratitude  to my Tony climbing a ladder and taking the trim off to get her out

 a parade of poppies 
my birth flower

date night with Myguy to Colton's

going out with our best friends to try new 
restaurants and 
noticing the scripture up on the wall

2.5 pounds of Maltese fluff
our new tiny "Lily

Spotting stainless steel countertops at the vets office that  my family made

Jeeping for a vanilla ice cream cone and his chocolate sundae

new pipe fence built 

making progress little by little 

big huge dreams shared ... and entrusted

her surprise mountain necklace - with mustard seed faith

ordinary tasks I love to do- laundry ... dishes and gathering eggs 

deadheading petunias and the strong floral whiff  inside the greenhouse 

a new door 

porch sittin at sundown and holding eachother's wrinkly rough hands

whippoorwills and frog chorus 

Our ole man's  beautiful reflection 

a mystery rock 

marveling with Blake in the woods 
God of wonders beyond our galaxy
You are holy... You are holy.
The Universe declares Your majesty.... 

new baby cardinals hatching 

a jar of wishes....
-and picking prayers 
as we go along

learning about colors in 
Pastor's Sunday sermon 

Listening to Myguy and how he 
handled a  really hard thing... 
My heart for him growin an even bigger heap of love and respect as I listened to what he did.  

the color orange that I have often 
not appreciated 

My country's birthday and 
celebrating with my whole hometown. 

Hangin out at Kenny's house

how she held my hand while we watched with heads 

Playing in watercolors....
more roses and more roses...

Listening to myLovie read the whole bible outloud at bedtime.
One chapter a night; something I love so much.  
How the Word from his readings often end up in my journals.  
--For deep conversations after    

For my friend who gave me a bag of granny smiths off her very own tree
and the now two apple crisps that have come from her gifting.  

For Blakeleas peaches 
picked from her birth tree.  

Time with Trent my Strongheart, while he worked on the backhoe.  
Sitting side by side  on a tailgate listening to music we wanted 
each other to hear.  
Our baby boy.   

New septic tank and sewer lines 
for the new addition going up soon.  

my Lovie... 
and how hard he works for our family.

for the jackhammer 
when we hit rock

and progress ... 
babysteps that while it all seems slow...
is getting us 

surprise punkins growing right out of the compost pile

and so many flowers that brighten each day

and something renewed, redeemed and revived.  

I sign off with this photo and a scripture picture fresh 
from last night's reading.  

Feel free to use and share it if you like.

He is before all things and by Him all things hold together. 
He is also the  head of the body; the church.  He is the beginning,
the first born from the dead, so that He might have first place 
in everything. 
Colossians 1: 17,18

Until we meet again friends,