Into my basket of beauties this weekend, I added a small bouquet of grape hyacinths placed in an antique creamer from my Grandma Hoover.
I took time to thank the Lord for the strong, hard-working hands of the man I share my life with.
With the chilly days returning, cozy blankets and hot coffee are once again primary comforts.
Over-the-counter pain relievers are little miracles for the aches and pains of arthritis showing up even at my relatively young age.
Tulips are budding, on the cusp of great glory.
Drove past a yard where a single flowering almond bush was extravagantly declaring to the world, “Look at me, ain’t I grand? Don’t I look like cotton candy?”
Bittersweet Sunday service: rejoicing with palm branches waving, crying over the prayers for a dear friend’s husband who is fighting cancer.
Precious time with a long-time friend over dinner.
Hearing the siren song of the earth, sweetly beckoning me to dig, dig, dig!
Grandma's antique creamer with a bouquet of grape hyacinths
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