Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Treasures at the Farm

Hiding Bunny
Camellias

Narcissus


Floral Spotlight



Monday, February 26, 2007

A Farm is Full of Interest and Charm

Satsuma Blues
Cousin It

Hangin'Out


Blossoms at Sunset



Sunday, February 25, 2007

The leaves fall gracefully to the side announcing the new growth abounding on my rose bush as a visitor searches for some nourishment. The Lord's beauty is emerging in my front yard along with the weeds. As soon as our cold's clear up it'll be a day of mowing grass, pulling weeds and fertilizing everything.
My very sweet DS#2 came rushing inside the other day urgently asking me to come outside for a surprise. I was greated by the first azalea of spring outside my front door in a dress of vibrant pink. He knows it is my favorite color and I am passionate about flowers. I cherish thoughtfulness.

After I began to edit this shot, the image of 3 old ladies in their flowery Easter hats sitting in front of me in church began to evolve. I'm haunted with memories of giggles from my sisters while we were trying to be good.


DS#1 has evolved from an ubergoober who talked way to much to a young man, sensitive, creative, thoughtful and charming. He is a man doing his best to be respectful to us, while trying to establish his own way of doing things and to find God's plan for himself.



My eldest took this picture of his brother. As I look at it I see with sadness the little boy starting to fade away to be replaced by the man. He still wears a chocolate mustache when he eats ice cream, but war games, girls and muscles are infringing upon time in my lap.




Saturday, February 24, 2007

Getting Started

My youngest son and Homer, the dictator that rules our home, were hypnotized into a Cartoon Coma.
My first born is suffering from a baseball hangover. His team played a double header last night. Won 17-7 and lost 18-8. He pitched well, got 4 hits, and one peg in the rear by a hard throwing right hander. Baseball, my son and his team are such a blessing to me.

This is beloved clutter. Treasures granted to me by those I love-my friend, my son, my sister-in-law and my husband.


I think I'm doing this backwards, but since there's no grade I guess it doesn't matter. Breakfast just looked so happy and yellow sitting there in my favorite cast iron skillet waiting to be devoured.








My df Becky got me started on this. My only concern is that I don't let it take over my life! I love words and I love photography. This could be dangerous. So I started with a self portrait.