VEGETABLE

Can you find me in this picture?

(no, that is not me to the right of center just under the pod)

Of course you can't find me!

I no longer qualify in this category.

I am not in a vegetative retired state as of today.

 

I have a JOB!

 

WEE   HAW!

Last thing I bought

 on Friday.

Enjoyed it today after

stake conference!

~ Guilty pleasures ~

Glass baby bottle.

Mom's note in my baby book

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Her story to me was:  I was at Grand & Grandmother's home when I was 9 months old and there were two chairs pushed together with me laying on them drinking my bottle.  My bottle rolled off onto the floor and broke.

I rolled off on top of the broken glass cutting my side.  I had to have 4 stitches.

I could never get it out of her - who was supposed to be watching me?!

Anyway, the scar on my side definitely g r e w  with me.
I no longer drink milk out of glass bottles.

Never leave a baby unattended on two chairs.

Just me doodling!

This was an attempt at catching a profile of my first husband Bill many years ago!
Here's a link to some of the things I drew!

Orange Creamsicle Cookies

I made these cookies the other night when my Grand daughter had a couple of her friends over for a late night. 

They were a BIG hit!

Haylee said she likes them better than chocolate chip cookies!

I got the recipe here.

My mother taught me

but...

so...

That's my story and I sticking to it!

I always find this one

and

I

DON'T

LIKE

IT

!

This is my favorite flower.

Don't know why.  Just is.
 But, flowers have always played a role in my memories. 
My mother always had a display of flowers.  Pretty little beds of Ice Plant by the front walk,  Larkspurs and Zenias up the driveway, Sweet Peas growing madly up the trellis by the front window of the sweet little white house we called home.  Morning Glorys on another trellis on the morning side of the house. Hollyhock, and more Zenias and Snapdragons along the neatly painted picket fence.  And always somewhere there were primary flowers ~ You know ~ Little Purple Pansies touched with yellow gold !

And then there was my Grandmother Cluff's yard that was my garden of Eden.  This is how it seemed to me ~

A cool green oasis with splashes of brilliant & fragrant flowers.

Many a day was spent frolicking here ~ or just lazing in the shade with technicolor daydreams in my little head and blossom scents in the air.



Then there were those treasured springtime trips to Phoenix on Baseline to the Japanese Flower Gardens.  The special sweet scent of those rows and rows of Stocks would hit you before you could see their bright and beautiful parade of color.

When I close my eyes I can still smell their heavenly scent. 

I want yellow Roses and purple Stocks at my funeral.  But, that is way too far in the future for anyone to remember!

I love flowers.  In all their glory.

 

I've never met a flower I didn't like!

What a lovely way to wish us a pleasant evening after a  peaceful

day of worship and rest...

Thank Thee, dear Father.

I started today with tons of energy and feeling F A B U L O U S!  Everyone else was still sleeping as I bustled around tidying things.  I did take a break and sat in my chair in my room and feasted on the scriptures.  I do so much better when reading in the morning.  Of course I felt humbled and peaceful and blessed after finishing Alma.  Then the energy burst again.  After finishing household tasks and taking time to relax, I could see how dreary-looking the day was. 

I knew we had a soft rain off and on all day.  Well, sitting and reflecting, I started to feel - not melancholy, or really even sentimental - but, maybe a touch nostalgic.

I remembered when I was a young girl.   I loved rainy days when I could lean over the back of the sofa or a comfy chair and gaze out the big picture window watching the rain.  My imagination would take me to wonderful places.  As I watched the rain drops splash into puddles at the side of the road in front of the house, I was picturing

planets & stars floating in the vast heavens.  I still see that picture when I hear the hymn "How Great Thou Art".  I can enjoy the beauty of God's creation by sight and the freshness permeating the air, and listening to the soft pitter-pat of those precious drops of moisture.  Nothing comes close to the smell of rain.  Well, I do love the scent of newly mown grass, warm bread, babies... but I digress...

It has been a little chilly today - right now it is 44 degrees - but I walked out to the patio checking the effects of the rain on our little garden and the roses. 

Our one full bloom is raising it's beautiful face to the sky as if to say, "thank YOU" to a loving Father.

That is how I feel now GRATEFUL and, I guess that is how I have felt ALL day!

That is how I feel most days.

GRATEFUL & HAPPY.