We are quite a way] into summer, and I have not shown you what I put out yet. And soon it will be time to take it all down and start decorating for Fall. Starting with the kitchen.
Suncatcher in the window.
Using Lily Of The Valley for the kitchen table.
Coffee Corner
On to the living room.
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Tiny boots on garden stone, Gnomes with charm and flowers grown. Vases burst
with sunny cheer— Summer’s whimsy settles here.
The Blue hydrangeas seem especially hard to find this year. I drove around for quite a few days to find these, locally.
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Blue is the hush of a lark's last song,
A sigh in the sky
where dreams belong.
It dances on waves
and flickers in flame,
Soft as a secret, bold without name.
This is the first time there is a Barbie with type 1 diabetes. She comes with a pink insulin pump, a heart-shaped glucose monitor and a purse full of snacks so she can control her blood sugar. Her blue outfit is intentional, too: Blue circles are the symbols for diabetes awareness.
There is also blind Barbie, wheelchair Barbie, and hearing aid Barbie. I think this is such a great idea! Now if only there was a senior Barbie with knee and back arthritis and a walker!
Sugar may rise, and
needles may sting,
But courage takes
flight on determined wing.
Each choice, each
step, a victory true—
Diabetes fights, but
so do you.
* All my photos are from the web.
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Sunset spills its golden thread,
Weaving warmth where
daylight fled.
Whispers hum on
twilight's seam,
Stitching silence
into dream
I finally found a nice patch of Tiger Lilies! I love their colors, and how they grow upside-down.
“The tiger lily doesn’t whisper like daisies do—she roars in color, dances with fireflies, and wears the sun like a crown.”
— Embroly
Remember when it used to be all the rage to dress up ceramic ducks and put them on the porch for decoration? I wonder what ever happened to that fad. And how did they find the little clothes to fit the ducks? Anyway, I have seen TWO recently!!
Soft-footed gliders on the stream,
They ripple morning’s golden gleam.
Wings tucked neat in feathered rest,
In quiet drift, the world feels blessed
Our family came over for fireworks on Monday. Here we are in the kitchen. Our three granddaughters, Me, & Phil.
Here are a few nibbles I had.
I love how the sparklers made trails of falling stars!
A hush, then thunder splits the night,
The sky flares red with fleeting light.
Each bloom above a fleeting shout,
Joy spelled in sparks that flicker out.
Snapping from our T.V., I thought these were the best fireworks. What you see in the background is the New York Skyline. Just about as pretty as the fireworks themselves!
🌆 “The New York skyline
isn’t just steel and glass—it’s a heartbeat in silhouette, rising with dreams
and glowing with grit.”
We are quite a way] into summer, and I have not shown you what I put out yet. And soon it will be time to take it all down and start decora...
