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Friday’s Five

My mailbox has been filled with beautiful letters and cards lately. I’m hoping to return the favor soon. A whole day can brighten when a real letter is in the box. 🌟 Trying…

Hand sewing. Rebel stitches. Another India Flint class has begun, and the community of makers is a generous and talented bunch. It is so lovely to see women sharing and supporting one another in creative pursuits. Stitching…

A yard filled with jonquils and camellias. February has shown out with beautiful bouquets for the taking. My grandchildren collecting bouquets. Watching…

More opportunities for presenting various workshops and celebrating the creative spirit. Teaching…

Looking at this point in my life and knowing that it may last just a season, but it’s a good one. Living…

Happy belated Valentine’s Day. Love the you you are today. And if you haven’t already, do one little thing for yourself. Treat yourself well.

You’ll never regret it. Prioritizing…

🙂

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Friday’s Five

February 1:

Welcome, dear short and hopefully sweet month. You started off in good form, giving me lots of good news this day.

Have you ever had days where you seemed to say Thank you for things that other days you might overlook? That was me today.

Here are five of many:

The receptionist at a doctor’s office commented on a metal ring I wear. That led to a conversation about New Mexico (soul state, people…) and then she gave me tips for next trips because she used to live there. Ahhh. Then she reached into her purse and showed me a medicine bottle filled with bits of white sand from a location we discussed….all that because she noticed my ring. NM lovers don’t waste chances.

( She keeps that sand with her, y’all. Think about that. )

A lot of good talk which spilled over throughout the day and colored other interactions … because that’s how it is once we feel connected, isn’t it… we want others to feel it, too…

The jonquils are blooming…

…which made me think of my children and the many bouquets they used to pick… and how these three blooms will accompany me tomorrow to an art workshop I’m teaching…

and the red berries I don’t know the name of are still near my driveway, which makes my heart smile every single time…

…the birds are getting their fill…but that is as it should be. I get to get a glimpse and am glad for it.

While I was outside, I decided to pick up twigs for another project. That led me to find a favored pen I did not know I dropped earlier…the mundane things that are capable of bringing happiness…

Order is my focus word for the new year, and it is proving to be a good choice. An enlightening and challenging choice…and that is exactly what I need. It will be interesting to see how many things I can set into some semblance of order this year. I may need to keep this word for two years. Ha.

It is the month of love, dear readers. I celebrate by posting vintage valentines on FB… here’s tomorrow’s

pick. Little things…

How will you show love this month or minute?

I hope you show it, feel it, acknowledge it.

Not just in February. 🙂


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Friday’s Five

I’m reminiscing tonight. Looking through old blog posts. Realizing how much happens that we sometimes remember, sometimes forget. I was happy to see many posts; sad to see I didn’t document anything here last January. So, in yet another determined phase, I offer my traditional Friday “five good things from the past few days” post.

…a text that says “patio”…and both of us knowing exactly where to meet, a place that’s seen us walk through every emotion. If we have just one patio friend, we are doing pretty well.

…camellias in bloom…prolific blooms this month and many buds…time to get more vases out. Maybe draw one or two–or paint a few.

…an orchid that makes her comeback…I nearly froze this one out two years ago, but it seems she has forgiven me. Sunlight, children’s voices, measured feedings, and maybe pure luck… she will likely bloom this year.

…busy days but days that have turned much happier…part time jobs I enjoy and where I feel valued, time to care for grandchildren, art opportunities, writing and travel time. I’m aware of the blessing of each day.

…collaborative journals…I have three going with three enormously special people. I hope to write more about this endeavor as the year goes on…and on it does go…

January is whooshing away MAYBE in a cloud of Texas snow…it’s likely next week…and so…here we go, dear readers. Looking for the good in every day…knowing we can find it…knowing the sharing of it might help someone else. ❄️💨❄️🤞🏼


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Friday’s Five

Watching my granddaughters step on a bathroom scale and saying to them:

Look at that perfect number and meaning it for always.

Telling them as we begin already talking about Santa that I can’t wait to tell him all the good things you do every day. We are creating a positive list here. I bet it fills a book.

Sharing a Lemon Chill with two toddlers as we sit on the kitchen floor. One spoon.

Hearing I love you for having a cardboard box available as a play house. Simple, people. Simple joys.

Red paint. It is a necessity. And it washes off.


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Sunday’s Song: Seven

Seven good things from the past few days:

a grandchild’s birthday

an art journaling workshop

a Don Williams song I’d never heard before

a solitary walk on a rainy day

a hug from an old friend

a found poem

a cardinal returning


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Friday’s Five

Unexpected rain, needed in East Texas.

Sleeping babies, and those rare simultaneous naps.

Creative friends; some new projects shared and started.

Flea markets, and the fun of the search.

Knowing the alarm does not have to be set for two days.

~~~~~5 little happinesses. What made your week shine? Just name five little things…


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Sunday’s Song: Scrambled Eggs

The strangest things bring me happiness these days. Today, standing in front of a new range ranks pretty high.

My old one sparked and smoked and sent itself packing several weeks ago. Since then, a three foot space has been waiting in my tiny kitchen.

My grandchildren have explored that space and questioned how we would make bacon.

It’s ok. We can use the microwave.

They seem skeptical. I’ve since proven this as truth, but I know they’ll be delighted to see a stove tomorrow. Really delighted. Little teachers that they are. (And yes, pan fried bacon is much better.)

This gaping space…I smiled at where the real wood floors ended and subfloor extended to the wall after a renovation a few years back. We had oak flooring from my parents’ house…hundred year old oak… and just enough to cover the main “this part will show” floors of this area.

This floor has soon a lot of traffic and will likely see a parade of appliances in years to come because nothing lasts as long as it should. But I digress.

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I don’t think I’ve ever waited quite this long to replace an appliance, but I was heading on vacation, then waiting for a sale, then other “fix this nows” competed, then life got busy as it does. Anyway.

I really missed scrambled eggs.

I missed my scrambled eggs because eggs are one food that I really don’t care to eat anywhere else. They never have the same taste or texture or consistency at a restaurant. They are never hot enough.

It’s odd because even though I missed making them, they are not my favorite food. They are quick to make, a good source of nourishment, but I was surprised to discover this was one of the main foods I needed a stovetop to cook, and one of the main foods I kept craving. Microwave eggs? I don’t even want to consider it.

Look. Turn on the burner. Heat a tiny bit of real butter just until it melts. Crack a couple of eggs. Stir them right in. Faster. A minute or so later, perfect breakfast. Salt. Cracked pepper. Satisfying. Hot. Done.

Anyway.

I scrambled and ate those eggs and now give them a place here as a reminder how little things can be satisfying. How we miss them when we don’t have them. How good it is to appreciate a small thing.

How Sundays and scrambled eggs are kinda nice.