Coming Soon !

Coming very soon, to this very spot---

many violets will surround the base

of the birch clump on the front lawn

---today I saw some teeny weeny green

leaves that don't look violety---and

bits of moss brushed with the color

of Ireland---since the temperature was

up to 50 degrees I went out to

capture some promise of Spring---

this morsel of new growth gave me

hope! I don't think it exists anymore,

but there used to be a perfume

called Violettes, (I think)-----

a striking white haired woman used to walk
by my house wearing it and often

wore lavender colors too....

making her a Queen in my eyes.

A Pitcher of Vermont

Actually, this is on a hilly, back road

in Chester, Vt. and I thought at the

time, how wondrous this spot would

look in the Winter. Since I am doing

the blog for a full year, to leave as a

legacy for my family, I am

posting photos I love

and this is one of them.

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Project hint:

1. Make print of the

pitcher any size you want.

2. Cut out carefully...

3. Write message on back

4. Laminate (I take to

Staples, as they do it

heavy duty) several at once.

You might as well fill the

whole laminating sheet with

whatever you want.

5. Cut out, leaving edge to

have good seal.

6. Punch hole.

7. Add key chain or ribbon

for attachment to gift or

key use.

Using Force

Since Mary/Martha was such a help

and gathered the Forsythia branches

for me, I have them in water, with the stems

crushed. They are in the living room which

is not sunny but will get some light, so

we'll see if they force bloom for

a Spring in the house joyfest.

I have one small branch in a kitchen window

and I rather think that might

bloom better.

Going to Maine

This am, I made a print of this Pretty Peonies
photo for a true Maine woman. I so like the
idea of something I made, going to the
homeland--it's like a piece of me will be
present in the gull's cry, a pine tree or
on the sea breeze air of
the place I love the best..... for a long time.

Soon after arriving at the party, someone was pressing something on my back which puzzled me, till I turned to ask what was this all about and then knew it was a game to play---goodie, I LOVE games. We all had to guess who we were by asking questions throughout the evening. I got it down to: I was a now deceased blond actress, that might sing occasionally, and was notorious. Of course, you see the photo so it's no biggie to have the answer right off. I did guess it by then, too and could hear her saying, "Why don'tcha come on up and see me sometime"--- but could I come up with the actual name? No way....time passed and a friend finally took pity on me and remarked she may have come from the West---so then I got to thinking of Dale Evans and how she wasn't a blond---and Annie Oakley wasn't either---so, it took Anne repeating it to me to "get" the clue and then the name came it came "tumbling" out.....which is what often happens, with my name being Jill.

Creative Paths Party

Last night at a Creative Minds Gala in a

lovely old Broadbrook home, a gathering

of 18 people with varied lives,

interests ......each with their own special take

on whatever part of the creative

journey their lives are on. With my fluttering

mind and three glasses of wine, its a wonder

I can recall my own name. let alone theirs.

Also a marvel is, that any photo I took was worth

posting. I chose this one because you are

seeing two excellent writers---

one is Russian and a skater and the other

you may read her work frequently.

How Does This Work?

On a window sill, a sea star reflects its underside

two times and that almost seems impossible --how

can the further away one even be there?