The threads of our lives….

  Like the threads of a spiders web, our lives have been a woven masterpiece. Even if one doesn't believe it to be so, there is no other like your intricately woven life.

Some spaces between events are perfectly spaced, even, and follow the pattern.
  Others are a little wider, not so perfect, and sometimes even distorted. But when you look at like this web, it can be no other way. It all comes together to form an artistic design, that will only be made and woven, once. You will have contributed your own unique outlook on life, and there will be many who will have been touched by your having woven the threads of your life in just such a way.

This web is bigger, and very different from the first. It evens looks imperfect. But is that because it catches more flies? Thus serving it's purpose, better? I don't think so. I think it's just different, but created with the equally same intent as the first.
  Our lives are all created as we direct them to be. To best of our ability, each web will be not lies and deceit, but an imperfectly woven design.
       May yours serve you well.

And remember, you have the power to change it.

A New Look

At last, the house and everything has been painted, and it looks so beautiful! So like it belongs together, instead of a collection of buildings. Take a look and tell me what you think?

This is Koi pond green and tea chest brown, with a touch of alabaster cream.
I love it!!

A Lush Garden Surprise

It seems like it was only yesterday, that the garden was bare, trees and plants were dormant, and nothing looked very special. Yesterday I went out into the garden to look around and was so surprised to see green, and flowers, and a lushness everywhere. It has rained a great deal this spring, and turned everything a rich green shade. I can't help but want to share this with everyone. I have worked so hard to make this garden grow and turn it into someplace to enjoy {even though I don't sit still for very long.} So following are pictures of my garden….. and this phrase to remember.

  In search of my mother's garden…..
                                                             I found my own.

At long last…...

After 4 years of delays, problems, this and that, my swimming pool is done with the new cover  I had decided tout over the pool to keep dust, pine needles and bugs out. As well as to make it warmer and perhaps more able to swim in in the spring and the fall.
  I am in the process of filling it up with water, and that is going to take a few days, as I can't let it run non-stop for fear of drawing the well down. The ground right now is really wet, so hopefully what's down there is running high, due to all the rain we have had. If this work as I hope it will, the pool should be heated by the warm air, as well as making it safer in the winter, and less likely to freeze.
  So here it is, at last the cover over the pool and it's my pool is done.

A Remembered Dream

  Sometimes we get a chance to do something we could only dream about when we were younger. For me it was the trip of a life time to London, Paris, and Ireland. Every once in a while I can close my eyes and remember. Walking down the hall that Ann Boleyn reported to run screaming down to pound on the door when Kind Henry the Eight refused to see her, and she was to be taken to the tower before she died. Or walking in the garden at Hampton Court which was my favorite castle and place to visit. Knowing that within the walls of the Tower of London there had been many who died or pasted through on their way to another place, living or dead.
  Walking among the many treasures of the Victoria and Albert Museum, and the two two hour appointments viewing the gowns in the back room. Never did I believe that would ever happen.
Taking classes with the Royal Embroiders guild of England.Shopping for a new hat in a little shop hidden away in London, where the Queen purchases some of her hats. Staying in a 4 star hotel for the first and only time in my life. Gilding down the Themes river on a supper cruse and having Happy Birthday sung to me by everyone on board.Visiting Windsor Castle and seeing Queen Mary's dollhouse.
Taking the Aerostar to Paris and visiting the palace of Versailles and walking down the great hall of mirrors. Creating my own perfume blend in a little room overlooking a street in Paris. Standing in front of the Eiffel Tower to have my picture taken. And buying champagne to celebrate my birthday.
  Spending a week in a little castle in Ireland where I had my pictures taken in the garden completely dressed in my Marie Antoinette gown, I created just for that purpose.
  As with all things, part of my trip was spoiled. But the rest of the memories will be there to touch upon from time to time, as I close my eyes and relive a time where a dream became real and something longed for was realized.
  We all have those moments in time, and it's a very good thing we do, as life rushes over us crashing into the realities of day to day living, and the moment we must face the road not taken.
  Where your dreams realized? At least some, anyway?
  Stop and smell the roses. I believe this is what best describes the remembrance of our dream realized. No-matter what it was, take but a moment to revisit that special place. It need not be shared with anyone, or perhaps in the sharing the reality will re-awaken a remembered past to full blooms of yesterday dreams.
  It lingers in the shadowy halls of our past and visiting is free.

A Formal Affair

  What else could you call it when the theme is black and white? I didn't know that this year's favorite theme for christmas trees was going to be black and white. That is what I had decided on a couple of months ago. It turned out really elegant, and stylish. I am so glad I decided on this as I used a lot of ornaments I have had put away and never used. Here is the results.

 
And the best are these guys that are perched on the branches.

Both large ones and the smaller ones really make it a formal affair. After all they come ready for a black tie event. What do you think? Is it a party, or what?

I feel the need….

To say something, but my mind is jumping in so many directions… Ever feel that way?
I am wondering if I will get everything done, I have put aside, not finished, just relocated, found, and in general left till after everything else got done. I am tired of doing what everyone else thinks should be done. I have put so many people places and things ahead of me, that here I am wondering will I ever get to it all, or for that matter get everything done, before I can't do anything at all.
  Do you have a hard time deciding what to work on first? Sometimes it's hard to settle on just one thing.Then I spend so much time looking for all the pieces and parts so I can work on something, that I get to tired to start the project.
  Is this what comes with "old age"? There is just so much I want to do, and not just sewing, or painting, or …. or…. but a whole bunch of things. How do you decide what to work on, when you can't settle to just one thing. I get off in another room looking for something, and get side tracked. An hour later here I am wondering what it was I was doing in the first place. lol. And don't say you have never done this… we ALL do it. So how do you handle the diversions?
  I have tried making lists… lol… I lose those seems like over night. I've tried stacking up the gathered "stuff" too make whatever it is, and end up with a huge pile that gets dumped by the kittens at play, and mixed up. Nothing like seeing something  trailing after a cat as it disappears down the hall.
I've tried putting things in a tub, and stacking the tubs up, but they have overflowed the back porch, and it takes awhile locating what your looking for… and here you go on the round around again.
  I wish I had a large lazy Sue that would let me load it up, spin it around, and just take something off to work on. lol. Wouldn't that be great?
  So if you have an idea do share, I'm more then ready for it.