When I took a walk with my friend, Anne, in the neighborhood around the church, I took a few pics along the way. These red tulips are in the front yard of a neighbor we talked with.
These are the roses that are blooming in front of the church.
This looks like an old vintage pink rose.
Now, sometimes I see images in the clouds and such, and when I was inside the church I glanced down at the stone floor and thought this looked like a little girl. My friend, Anne, thought so too. Do you see it?
I had some flowers planted in my back yard. There is an area in my garden that's bare, and I thought about which flowers would look best there. And I decided on these.......
Today I went to the nursery to pick up some daisies. They have always reminded me of my mom. It was nice strolling around the nursery and looking at the different flowers for spring.
Yellow pots all stacked up.
A few fairies from the shop inside.
My mom used to love Barry White, and her favorite song that he sang was Can't get enough ofyour love, Babe. She would dance in her kitchen to this song every time it came on. When I was inside the shop browsing through the garden isles, this song came on. I thought about my mom and could see her in my mind dancing in her kitchen once again.
I'm having a fun time getting things ready for Jess' wedding shower that me and Nel are giving her in June. We picked out and ordered the invitations last week, and I've been picking up a few goodies here and there when I see something that goes well with her theme. She wanted a traveling hotair balloon theme. Jess loves to travel, so we will be having three tables set up to display her favorite travel destinations. Here's a small peek of what we have in mind.
One Sunday when I was driving out of my neighborhood, I saw an old man waving me down as I passed by. I slowed down but didn't stop because I didn't know him. He was carrying a cane and didn't speak English too well. He kept rambling on about something, and I thought he was saying that he needed a ride to his church. A short while later a car drove by, and the couple said that he lives in our neighborhood and they know him, and gave him a ride to his church. I thanked them and explained that I couldn't really understand what he was saying. So, last Sunday I saw the man again. I was going to give him a ride to his church, but he said a friend was on his way to pick him up. I apologized for the last time, and we started talking for awhile. This old man is outgoing, dresses very nice, and is a distinguished looking gentleman. His church is theEgyptianchurch down the road, and I mentioned to him that I went to their festival last summer and it was fun.
My mom was fascinated with the Egyptian culture, and really felt connected to it. She even visited there in her 70's.
So, the next time I see the old man in the neighborhood, I won't hesitate to give him a ride. : )
and when I brought him in from the car, I noticed this! How did I miss that? I guess I was so busy looking at the bottom of the statue for chips, that I didn't see that his wing was broken.
Since Mother's Day is coming soon, I thought I'd put a necklace on him. My son gave this to me for Mother's Day when he was little.
He has such a sweet face.
I have a thing about chips and broken items, so I was going to return him, but then I thought to myself, "we have all been shattered at one time or another in life, well most of us, so it doesn't matter if the wing is broken. He represents each andevery one of us." So, this little boy statue will stay in my home. He makes me smile. : )