It was a sunny, warm day, I had a reminder call from my mother-in-law to prune my roses. She doesn't know that whilst installing our new Air Conditioner in January, in the mist of a snow storm, most of my roses were demolished by my husband and the installers. So, I pruned what they didn't kill, and noticed my Daffodils were no more...they're being moved, for an all new adventure next spring.
I have to add a postscript to this post. I've been married to this man for 31 years, and every spring he does things to my garden and the plant is no more. I don't think it's intentional, anyway, I've now blockaded various areas of the yard. Next it will be crime scene tape. I should also like to tell you that is might be a joke of mother nature, or maybe God was just having an off day. My mother-in-law, the biological mother of my husband can grow anything, anywhere. She cuts off a little snippet of something, anything sticks it in the ground, never buys expensive fertilizers, none of that modern horticultural stuff and it's a jungle out there. So how does one have a son that pulls a beautiful poppy thinking it's a dandelion? God is such a trickster. In the background of my daffodils you can see my already done blooms of crocus' , the bunny had a feast.
A long while ago, when my boys were in elementary school, one of the authors that did a visit suggested we start our weeks with "the best thing about ... is and the worst thing about...is. So with that in mind, the best thing about Monday is yellow. A splash of yellow does make things happy, so thank you to Drowsy Monkey for hosting this Mellow Yellow Monday meme.
I posting this lovely little book, remember the "little golden books". This is a definite up-cycle of a book that was once loved and then discarded. A little creation I purchased from ONE OF A KIND. at Margi Laurin...maker of stuff booth.
On the inside not only do you get the story of our little Cookie Monster, but blank pages for notes and stuff. I originally bought this book to use as a cookie recipe booklet, but have just thought wouldn't this make a great little journal for a new mom with a baby. The story of the book could act as a journal prompt. How cool would that be.
O.K. now that I've justified journal books, I can jump to my real reason for rationalizing altered type books. I'm off to Art and Soul in Virginia, and the class I'm trying to convince myself I need to take is still open. I've just decided I'm in.
If I were a door, I'd be one with a handle like this.
If I were a pair of shoes, I'd be the Ruby Slippers
If I were a poem, I'd be...
I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in Summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree.