Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
In those days, though, the spring always came finally but it was frightening that it had nearly failed.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
Sunday, April 27, 2014
Thursday, April 24, 2014
When Don and I were younger we loved to go to flea markets, auctions and estate sales. We would collect all kinds of country antiques. My house was decorated in the country style. Don loved crocks and jugs and we had plenty. Now we’ve moved on but the jugs and crocks didn’t. We put them up in our attic and there they stayed. Until today that is.
I brought them down and am going to price them to be sold. There is a time in your life when letting go seems the reasonable thing. Along with the crocks I found a great old lock and key, some hat pins, a wicker magazine rack, a really old vacuum cleaner, and old stained glass from when I took a glass a million years ago. Out it is going. And into the van.
I feel great satisfaction in looking at empty space in the attic. Oh here is a puzzle for you. How can you not find the matching lids for the bins when nothing leaves the attic?
Wednesday, April 23, 2014
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Monday, April 21, 2014
Saturday, April 19, 2014
Thursday, April 17, 2014
This morning I took my camera with me determined to find something to shoot. I am so longing for photo walks this year but the weather is keeping me inside still. But this morning I discovered some lingering flowers dried up from the harsh winter but still beautiful in their shape. And unexpectedly there were leaves popping out of their twigs. Surprise…spring is actually on its way.