Monday, September 14, 2009



TODAY I WILL WORK ON MY LIVING ROOM AND SPEND SOME TIME IN THE GARDEN GIVE YOR SELF THE GIFT OF LOVE THEN GIVE THAT GIFT TO OTHERS
TODAY I WILL RE STLE MY LIVING ROOM AND SPEND SOME TIME OUT IN THE GARDEN SIPING SOME TEA THIS MORNING WE HAVE SOME WONDERFULL SUPRISED MORNING REIN

Sunday, September 13, 2009

WHAT A BEUTIFULL DAY AT MY GARDEN PEACEFULL SUNDAY


Wednesday, September 9, 2009


MY GRAND DOUGHER IS MY PRINCES

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Today I’m having tea out on the veranda. You might suspect I am on the veranda because the sun is shining, actually it quite the opposite. It is raining. I feel at home when I am close to the rain. So when it rains I move my tea to the veranda….

There is something sacred, something holy, something deeply personal about sitting on the veranda. So I keep to my own thoughts. Today, my thoughts have not drifted very far. In fact, I am pondering the veranda itself. The word is beautiful and beckoning. "Come out on the veranda" is a warm invitation.

I do love the veranda, I glance over the garden while looking out into the rain and sipping my tea and feel contentment by just being…

I do love the veranda, I glance over the garden while looking out into the rain and sipping my tea and feel contentment by just being…