There have not been many Weeping Cherry trees around this year. But here are a few of the prettiest ones.
“Its
branches bow not from sorrow, but from the weight of too much beauty.
The weeping
cherry teaches the art of blooming even while bending.”
How I See God In My Everyday Life
There have not been many Weeping Cherry trees around this year. But here are a few of the prettiest ones.
“Its
branches bow not from sorrow, but from the weight of too much beauty.
The weeping
cherry teaches the art of blooming even while bending.”
We have been in a drought, but got some rain over the weekend. Looking out the window, I saw a tiny rabbit who sought shelter under our small bush. The sweetest scene!
· “Bunnies bring a sense of calm with
their gentle presence and curious charm.”
– Robert
Frost
· “Bunnies teach us that there’s no need
for loudness; even the quietest of souls can leave a mark.”
– Henry
Wadsworth Longfellow
Do you recognize my title? It is the first line of the Addams Family theme song. Did any of you ever watch it? It has gotten popular again, with an emphasis on Wednesday (the daughter). There is even Wednesday cereal now.
Anyway, Jazz was in The Addams Family school play last weekend. Of course we were in the front row.
Here is Morticia
Reading a book to Pugsley
Wednesday and her boyfriend
Uncle Fester with some of the cast
And of course, our Jazz
I barely recognized her in all this makeup. She posed for us in her costume after the play. Gosh, she looks 30 years old!
But here she is after changing on the way home. This is more like it!
“Don’t torture yourself, Gomez—that’s my job.”
Our grocery store has a lovely bunch of spring flowers for sale. Here are just a few.
This color was deep and unusual.
These looked like some kind of preserved flowers in globes.
To fully absorb the sun's power, flowers must be open and
vulnerable.
I found something really cool to put in the girls' Easter baskets this year. They are two different kinds of pens.
The first ones are like a lava lamp, but inside a pen!
“What I didn’t realize was how many doors the act of writing unlocks, as if my Dad’s old fountain pen wasn’t really a pen at all, but some strange variety of skeleton key.”
I'm back! Well, maybe you didn't notice I have been gone awhile and not visiting. We lost all our power and internet over the weekend. I have hundreds of e-mails to go through now, but am so grateful for my computer back! I will see you shortly and catch up!
There have not been many Weeping Cherry trees around this year. But here are a few of the prettiest ones. This tiny one is so pathetic. I d...