Wednesday, May 29, 2019

Do not feed the alligators.

Kind of gives you a sense of peace and well being knowing that the State Alligator Control people are out there on patrol :-)

Have a great day!

Tuesday, May 28, 2019

On the porch

Patriotic holidays are normally the time when we enjoy picnics, bar-b-ques, football games and other crowd pleasing outdoor events.

But sometimes......... it is a time of quiet and reflection. Yesterday was Memorial Day in the US. Although we enjoy a family get together, we also enjoy the time we can share at home.

It's time to fire up the grill

and enjoy a peaceful dinner on the porch.

Monday, May 27, 2019

In Memory

As water reflects a face,
so a man's heart reflects the man.

Proverbs 27:19

Wednesday, May 22, 2019

Come sit a while

The difference between an ordinary day and an extraordinary one is what blossoms in your heart.

Monday, May 20, 2019

On a Summer Tide

On a Summer Tide

On a Summer Tide is the first book in the Three Sisters Island series. It is the first book I read written by Suzanne Woods Fisher.

On a small island on the coast of Maine, Paul Grayson buys a camp called Camp Kicking Moose. A place where he spent summers as a teen, and had met his wife. His three adult daughters, Cam, Maddie and Baine, are shocked at this drastic move. Having all drifted apart since their mom died, Paul feels this move will draw them together as a family once again. When they arrive on the island, they discover the camp has been neglected for years, as was the main house. Little by little, they pull together to restore the camp and house. And in the process find the island's charm captures their hearts.

The three daughters each have very different personalities and goals. It seems that God has brought them together to restore not only the camp, but the unity of their family. Each daughter is faced with finding their faith and forgiving past hurts along the way.

 I voluntarily reviewed a complimentary copy of this book which I received from the publisher. All views expressed are my honest opinion.

Wednesday, May 15, 2019

Sweet Baby Roses

With the arrival of Spring, I love to set my table with Sweet Baby Roses.

Baby Roses are that pure breath of beauty which add color and fragrance to this season of blooms.

Sunday, May 12, 2019

Invisible Mother


It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store..

Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'm on the phone?' Obviously, not.

No one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all.

I'm invisible. The invisible Mom. Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this?

Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, 'What time is it?' I'm a satellite guide to answer, 'What number is the Disney Channel?' I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30, please.'

I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated sum a cum laude - but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going; she's going; she is

One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England.

Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought you this.'

It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe .. I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription: 'To My Dear Friend, with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.'

In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names.

These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.

A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam; He was puzzled and asked the man, 'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it..' And the workman replied, 'Because God sees'

I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place.

It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become.'

At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride.

I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on.

The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.

When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table.' That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, 'you're going to love it there.'

As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right; And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.

Great Job, MOM!

Wednesday, May 8, 2019

Spring has arrived

Spring is here.  The birds are singing their happy songs as they make their little nests.

This time of year is perfect for a luncheon  on the patio.

Pink glassware adds a touch of femininity. 

I love these dishes.  The pattern - Asiatic Pheasant.

You are always welcome to sit at my table.

Wednesday, May 1, 2019

Antiques and Old Lace

My beautiful Gardenia bush has been sharing it's fragrant flowers in abundance.  Between the Gardenia and Jasmines, the fragrance has been a delight to the senses.  Come join me as we sit on the porch and breathe in the sweet floral incense.

The lace tablecloth belonged to my Mom and she had it for as long as I can remember.  The luncheon napkins were a gift from my step-mother who brought them back from Spain in the early 70's.

Pottery Teapot made in England.

Crystal Pitcher was a gift from my hubby's Aunt.  She passed away a few years ago at the age of 96.

The inspiration for this post.

I have a chair waiting for you.
Let's enjoy the moment.