Friday, April 27, 2007
Today is another special lady in
my life's birthday. My grandmother was born today in 1902. She was a very magical person in my life! I believe she was the epitimy of what a grandmother is. She lit up when you visited her and made you feel like you were the most important person in the world. She was always giving; from candy to a kiss and what matters more to a child than that?
She used to tell my little brother and I "Go get a piece of candy from the candy jar" right after we would come in her door. This was a pretty glass candy jar and we broke the lid once. The plastic version above is the one she had replaced it with. It is the one thing I got from her home when she passed away. My aunt asked at the time why I would want that old plastic candy dish. My reply is the same today: It is very special. It is full of memories.
The framed stitched piece is one I made for her back when I was only about 17 or 18. It is a Precious Moments chart which says "Grandma ~ You're a precious gem that God has made to shine for him". She was just that and boy did she shine for us.
My grandmother was always sitting and crocheting. The afghan you see is one she made especially for me. She made one for each of us ~ my sister and two brothers. I also treasure this!
My grandmother used to spend time at our house and we would almost trip over each other trying to get there to help her out. She always had to walk with a cane and later with a walker. Someone like this is a person you cannot help but want to do things for to give back to them.
She always said "Your day is your day" and very much at peace with God. Because of that I am content to know she is smiling down from heaven today.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Painting by Henri Francois Riesener 'Madame Riesener and Her Sister, Madame Longroy'
Monday, April 23, 2007
Many times life brings us beautiful surprises. We simply have to look for them. Years ago when we moved to this house, I brought with us this camilla planted in a pot. I realized it was not doing well and even though it was the wrong color for the new garden we planted which was all blue and white flowers, I placed it in a far corner. I did not think it would live as it was really tucked away. I was out helping my husband with the garden one evening last week and found this pretty bloom hiding away. This camilla not only has survived where is was placed, it also had at least four blooms. With the renovations we are doing in the garden, the camilla is no longer so shoved away as it was. I may even move it out more into the garden. It showed me that it wants to thrive.
This is a good lesson to learn on a spring day. We have been hunting a new house for well over three years. Our efforts up to now have not been rewarded. We just never seem to find that 'right' property. I can take a lesson from this camilla blossom and bloom where I am planted for now. My time will come to be moved to a better place.
Once in a golden hour
I cast to earth a seed.
Up there came a flower,
The people said, a weed.
To and fro they went
Thro' my garden bower,
And muttering discontent
Cursed me and my flower.
Then it grew so tall
It wore a crown of light,
But thieves from o'er the wall
Stole the seed by night.
Sow'd it far and wide
By every town and tower,
Till all the people cried,
"Splendid is the flower!"
Read my little fable:
He that runs may read.
Most can raise the flowers now,
For all have got the seed.
And some are pretty enough,
And some are poor indeed;
And now again the people
Call it but a weed.
~~ Alfred, Lord Tennyson ~~
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
I want to share a poem with you that I found moving as we see the weather changes around the world. My mother is getting the weather ~cold, wind and rain ~ we normally have at this time of year in Holland. We, on the other hand have her normal warmth and sunshine with dry weather. Was William Wordsworth ahead of his time when he wrote "Lines Written in Early Spring"? Judge for yourself and if you would like leave me a comment about your own thoughts on this.....
"I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.
To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What man has made of man.
Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And 'tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.
The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure: --
But the least motion which they made,
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.
The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.
If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature's holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?"
Monday, April 16, 2007
Friday, April 13, 2007
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Firstly, a remaining piece of the ancient city walls.
This adorable statue was perched on a wall of a side street near the river Maas.
Sunday, April 08, 2007
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
This little lady greeted us with her charming smile at one of the old farms. She has an adorable set of overgrown teeth, don't you think? Click on the photo to enlarge and see her in full detail.