Sunday, February 27, 2011


Today is our anniversary. After church, we took the family for a walk at Arabia Mountain. I mean the whole family- me, the hubs, John, Ainslie, Kyle, Emma, my dad and Cabot, Dad's dog. It was a beautiful day, sunny and warm- perfect for a walk. We nearly killed Cabot. In people years, he's 70 years old  Perhaps he's a bit on the too-old-to-be-traipsing-through-the-woods side.
We walked 2 and a half miles through the woods on a lovely, smooth bike path. Cabot walked two miles. We carried him the last half mile because he refused to take on more step. What a silly dog.

 We also got to spend time with this little bean- She's 5 months old now!

It was a perfect day.

Saturday, February 26, 2011


We are having the  most delightful weather lately. So much nicer than having things encrusted in ice!
The grass is changing from brown to green and little bits of plant life are waking up from their winter naps to poke through the leaves.

 The daffs have blossomed over the past few days. These are teeny tiny little things that I found in the woods behind the house a few years ago. I think they like being tucked up against the front wall getting lots of sunshine. Who wouldn't?

 I love the tree in our front yard, most of the time. This time of year, it's a favorite. In the summer, when I am trying to grow a garden, it's the bane of my existence, casting its shadow over most of the front yard- the only place I can grow vegetables. This may be its last year.

 The Bradford pear in our front yard is a volunteer. It is really only half a tree as it is growing right up against a very tall and lanky pine tree! You go, intrepid pear tree!

 I spent a lot of time out in the yard today, peering through things looking for new life, watching the sun as it shone through tender leaves and jumping at the emergence of new insect life. I love spring!

I also love light desserts at this time of year. Maureen shared a recipe from her brother for a Greek yogurt dessert on her blog. I raced off to the grocery store to get the required digestive biscuits and yogurt and came home to make it. Doesn't this look yummy?

It definitely is. 

It is also loaded with Weight Watcher Points Plus so this little scoop out of the side is my allotted portion for the day  week. It was totally worth it!
Now it's back to the sewing room for me. Shop hop will be here before I know it and there are quilts to be made, patterns to be written and a whole  lot of space to decorate! Have a lovely weekend, everyone.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Happy Valentine's Day

Do something simply wonderful today. :)

Thursday, February 3, 2011

No Words.

Words. They can excite, subdue, anger, lift, make you laugh, make you cry. They also escape me from time to time, usually when I need them the most.
We have lost our sister-in-law. In the wee hours of a January morning, she, and my husband's brother, awoke to the sound of smoke alarms. They left the house, dogs in tow, making their way out. In the business of trying to get things done to save his family,  my brother-in-law did not notice that his wife had inexplicably run back into the house to find the cats. In the flash of realizing she was gone, trying to go back to find her, he found he could not. The heat, smoke and flames were too much for him. She was gone.
I did not know my sister-in-law very well. Over the course of the past twenty years, we only saw each other a few times a year at family gatherings. It wasn't the distance of miles that got in the way, it was, as we used to say, the distance of life.
What I do know about her is this; she was a fiercely passionate and  compassionate woman. She championed the cause of the lowly and down-trodden and she was incredibly charitable. She could talk for hours about the injustices done towards the lowliest of creatures- specifically, dogs and cats that had been abandoned. She rescued many, giving them a life that was filled with love and respect. The blind, deaf and manic-depressive cats, her two dogs, knew no better existence, I am sure. Her little dog perished with her, having followed her back inside. That her last act was to run to the aid of those that could not help themselves is of no surprise to me. It was who she was.
She was an artist who had the ability of taking the most humble of objects and elevating them into things of beauty. Some of her artwork hangs in galleries here in Atlanta. I hope that my brother-in-law will go view them and bring home the one that speaks to him the loudest. He has nothing left. Only the pages of her website and a few copied photographs gathered from family photo albums. It will never be enough.
She was bright and beautiful with a smile that lit the room. She had a wickedly funny sense of humor and I will miss her asides at the Christmas dinner table that would bring my hand to my mouth to stifle my laughter. I am grateful to her for taking time to speak to me, not over me, when we were together. With her, you mattered.
She had a zest for life that transformed those that met her. A little ball of energy despite the physical ailments that plagued her. "Just do it!" should have been her motto.
There is a comfort that comes of knowing that she is safe and renewed. That she has felt the deep and abiding love of her Heavenly Father, been enveloped in the embrace of her elder brother, Jesus Christ and that, while we here are overwhelmed with sorrow at her loss,  her family members were there to greet her with overwhelming joy at her return to them. 
Maybe I have words after all.