just a rockin and a talkin

I spent three hours with my friend Laurence, 

   rocking and talking on his backporch

We swatted flies.

He told stories.

I listened...

and laughed at his clever jokes and salty humor

this was our view

I sipped wine from his grandmas juice glass

and at the end of the day...

                    our hearts were swollen, breezes had quieted, and summer seemed softer

Good Morning!

Hello Monday!

Show me what ya got...I am ready for ya!

Links of Love, Sharing the Joy

Here is a short list of worthy links 

to read that I think will make your day!

My wish for all women

be kind to yourself first

Monday Hearts

a true love story that lives on, and on, and on

artwork by Rita Loyd
you will be happy you clicked this link

Do you want to play along with spreading the joy?

Come on over to my friend Meris Blog

and get your JOY on

 Joy Movement

Reflections

Mirrors reflect but people shine

  ~Ken Petti/John Amode~ 

"Beauty is how you feel inside, and it reflects in your eyes. 

It is not something physical." 

Sophia Loren

"Reflection must be reserved 
for solitary hours; 

whenever she was alone, 

she gave way to it as the greatest relief"

Jane Austen 

 "Reflection"

Steer

Feel it falling like clothing

Taste it rolling on your tongue

See the lights above you glowing

Breathe them deep into your lungs

 Freedom surging thru your veins

You have opened up a new door

So bring on the wind, the fire and the rain

Your heart is fierce

So now you finally know

That you control where you go

YOU CAN STEER

~ Missy Higgins~   

“STEER”

Haiku my Heart Friday

Mother Earth is sad

styrofoam plastic tin can

now this road is glad

Haiku my Heart Fridays

hang on tight

Of course I hang on tight, she said. 

You can't believe the kind of stuff that happens when you let go

~Story People~

all dried up

photo by me, inspired by Spider Johnson

 Dear Tropical Storm Don,

You have really disappointed me.
I was certain you were going to be my Summer Hero.
But no.
You shriveled... and dried up on me.
Shame on you.
Texas is pissed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

work and play

Can you believe how gorgeous that ceiling is? 

and to imagine it was hidden with sheetrock ~gasp~

August Break 2011

August Break 2011

Dear July,

I am happy to see you go.

In three days I will be in the arms of my son and his wife.

A place I need to be for a few days.

They say maybe a cool mountain stream to float along in Virginia!

Ahhh, sounds delicious after being parched all summer here in drought stricken Texas.

Matt will stay behind here climbing scaffolding, sanding and painting. 

We are so close to finalizing the downstairs.

I simply need to wash away the dust and gear up for the upcoming Antique Festival Season,
And look into those eyes of my One Son and witness the joy in Rachel's face.

The following weeks will be splashed with photos of summery delights like bikinis and beaches, 
sunkissed noses and melting Margaritas with salt please. 

Hello August...bring it on...show me what ya got!