Saturday, 31 March 2012


My breakfast table

There’s something sacred about reading a blog post on someone else’s site. It’s like visiting a friend’s house for a quick meal ’round the breakfast table. It’s personal — you’re in their space, and the environment is uniquely suited for idea exchange and uninterrupted conversation. In many ways, we should be treating our blogs like our breakfast tables. Be welcoming & gracious when you host, and kind & respectful when visiting.” – Trent Walton

Thursday, 29 March 2012


Blue Hydrangea's on our kitchen table.
With the arrival of our furture grandson
arrving around June 10th
everything in my home has
become shades of blue♥

Such a lovely time indeed.

When we love, we always strive to become better than we are.
When we strive to become better than we are,
everything around us becomes better too."
- Paulo Coelho

Tuesday, 27 March 2012

Korean Vogue

Most images are from Korean Vogue


The Jelly Bean Prayer

~ T H E J E L L Y B E A N P R A Y E R ~
                   __      RED is for the blood he gave.
     .;;.         /;;;.    GREEN is for the grass he made.
    /;;;;\ ,..., |;;;;;\   YELLOW is for the sun so bright.
    |;;;;|/;;;;;;;::.;;|   ORANGE is for the edge of night.
    \;;;;/\;;;;;/::::\;'       __   BLACK is for the sins we made.
     `''`  `''''|::::|       .;;;\  WHITE is for the grace he gave.
     jgs  .;;;\ \::::/ ,;;;,:;;;;;| PURPLE is for his hour of sorrow.
         /;;;;;| `''` /::::::\;;;/  PINK is for our new tomorrow.
         |;;;;/   .-""-.:::::/''`
          `''`   /      \'''`       A bag full of jelly beans
                 \      /               colorful and sweet,
    HAPPY EASTER  '----'            is a PRAYER, is a PROMISE,
                                        is a SPECIAL TREAT.

Monday, 26 March 2012


L.I.L.Y. Perfume by Stella McCartney stands for Linda I love you
(for her late Mom) How beautiful. It is what Paul always called his late wife
Lily for the above meaning. I love the name Lily♥

Sunday, 25 March 2012

Tonights the Night

Tonight is the night♥
People tell you who they are, but we ignore it 
because we want them to be who we want them to be.
Don Draper
Our trip to Ottawa
March 2012

Saturday, 24 March 2012

Happy Saturday

You can kiss your family
and friends goodbye
and put miles between you,
but at the same time
you carry them with you
in your heart,
your mind, your stomach,
because you do not just live
in a world
but a world
lives in you
~Frederick Buechner~

Saturday, 17 March 2012

Happy St. Patricks Day

A Wish for a Friend
Wishing you a rainbow
For sunlight after showers—
Miles and miles of Irish smiles
For golden happy hours—
Shamrocks at your doorway
For luck and laughter too,
And a host of friends that never ends
Each day your whole life through!
An Irish Prayer
May God give you...
For every storm, a rainbow,
For every tear, a smile,
For every care, a promise,
And a blessing in each trial.
For every problem life sends,
A faithful friend to share,
For every sigh, a sweet song,
And an answer for each prayer.

Every year for St. Patrick's Day
I buy a stock of Belle's of Ireland Plant
(green one)

There is also blue flowers all over our home
and the first crocus of spring from our garden.

Spring is the Queen of all seasons♥
Have I ever mentioned how very much I love Spring?

Friday, 16 March 2012

I love this story

New York City's Greatest Underground Secret

By Maureen C. Bruschi
Don't judge a book by its cover.

I was four months pregnant, violently ill, and wished I was at home in bed.
Unfortunately, I was at work in New York City. My home in Long Island was forty-five minutes away by train. I thought I had morning sickness. The company nurse set me straight.
"You have a forty-eight-hour virus. Go home and get some rest," she said.
I trudged downstairs and grabbed a cab to Penn Station where I could catch a train home. It was lunchtime and Penn Station was mobbed. Crowds of commuters and shoppers dashed to trains and subways. I shuffled out of their way and leaned up against the wall. My legs felt like rubber. Before I knew it, my knees buckled and I sank to the floor.
There I was, dressed in my sharpest pantsuit and long winter coat sitting on the floor of a train station. Some commuters stepped around me. Others tripped over my legs. Almost everybody looked at me in disgust. I couldn't blame them. I was a mess. I'm sure they were thinking that alcohol and drugs had done me in. I closed my eyes. Maybe I'd wake up and be home in bed.
I felt a tug at my sleeve and looked up. A toothless bag lady hovered over me. She had a ratty wool cap pulled over her hair. She smelled like a mixture of dirty clothes and rotten food. Not a good smell for someone who's pregnant. First I cringed; then I gagged.
"You don't look so good," she said.
I could have said the same thing about her. She waved over a fellow homeless lady and together they lifted me to my feet.
"You got to get out of the way," said the lead bag lady. "People stepping on you."
The two ladies stood on each side of me. One grabbed my handbag, the other my briefcase. I was too sick to panic. We staggered out of the lobby and headed down a flight of stairs. They led me through a maze of passageways. What had I gotten myself into?
Finally we stumbled into a dimly lit tunnel. A shopping cart filled with their worldly possessions sat to the side. For them, this was home, below Penn Station. The two escorted me to a wobbly wooden stool.
"Don't worry, you're safe here, honey," said the second bag lady.
Her kind smile showed me several missing and chipped teeth. She certainly wasn't worried about her appearance. Surprisingly, she seemed more concerned about how I felt.
The head bag lady disappeared for a moment. She returned with three cups of tea. I'm not much of a tea drinker, but this was by far the most delicious tea I had ever tasted.
"You lookin' better. Where you live?" she asked.
"Long Island," I said.
"We'll get you back to the trains, no problem. But first, you rest."
We chatted about the weather and family, as subways and trains overhead rattled the walls and ceiling. For a moment I felt like I was experiencing an Alice in Wonderland tea party moment with some major differences. While Alice fell down a rabbit hole into a fantasy world populated by outlandish creatures and conversations, I plunged into an underground tunnel populated by two unbelievably caring people.
After tea, my two saviors led me back to the Long Island Railroad concourse. They checked the departure boards, walked me to my train and waved goodbye. I hadn't felt this good all day.
After resting for two days, I headed back to work. It was rush hour and the subway was jammed. As I waited for my train to arrive, I stood back on the platform away from the crowd of commuters. I wasn't alone for long.
"How you feeling?" asked my bag lady friend. She wore the same ratty wool cap.
I smiled. I couldn't believe she found me down here in the subway.
"A little tired, but much better. Thanks again for your help."
"No problem. Today, you need a seat on the subway," she said. "No standing for you." She displayed a mischievous grin.
Subway commuters traditionally jockey for the best spot on the platform, which is where the train doors open. Once the doors open, the subway riders push and shove their way into the train and grab a seat, even while exiting commuters try to leave the train.
As my homeless friend approached the coveted spot on the platform, the commuters backed away. (It's an unwritten rule that commuters always keep their distance from bag ladies.) It was like the parting of the seas. She stood alone. She waved for me to join her. Heads turned as I walked over to her. My new friend put her arm around me. I forced myself to stifle a laugh.
"You gonna get a good seat this morning," she said with a wink.
I didn't doubt her for a moment. The train riders were furious. They had lost their coveted position... and there wasn't anything they could do about it. The train arrived; I scooted on board and grabbed a seat. My nomadic friend quickly stepped back from the tracks and angry riders swarmed the train.
The train doors closed and I waved goodbye to my wool-capped helper. I never saw her again. But for those special couple of days, we shared some laughs, some smiles and some tea. And I realized how lucky I was to receive the gift of kindness from two extraordinary strangers. Sometimes good fortune comes to us when we need it the most and least expect it.
Reprinted by permission of Chicken Soup for the Soul Publishing, LLC (c) 2011. In order to protect the rights of the copyright holder, no portion of this publication may be reproduced without prior written consent. All rights reserved.

Wednesday, 14 March 2012

Corey my online blogging friend her friend has written this book.

There is a fountain of youth: it is your mind, your talents, the creativity you bring to your life and the lives of people you love. When you learn to tap the source, you will truly have defeated age.
~Sophia Loren

Life is a series of new beginnings.
19 years ago today I met my fabulous husband.

It is also one of my God children's birthday today.

So glad my friend Lisa is over her surgery and healing and soon will be home.

Thank you God for all my blessings and I pray for those in need of blessings♥

Tuesday, 13 March 2012

Baby you are out of this world

Thanks to my dear friend Shelley for this link♥

Spring is the Queen of all Seasons
And Easter is her crown

Monday, 12 March 2012

Smile it increases your face value

(✿◠‿◠) (◡‿◡✿) (◕‿◕✿)

(✖╭╮✖) (≧◡≦) (¬_¬)

(◑‿◐) (◕‿-) ✖‿✖ (-’_'-)
(╥_╥) (╯_╰) (╯3╰) (o_-)

(¬‿¬) (◣_◢) (∪ ◡ ∪)

(≧ω≦) o(≧o≦)o (⋋▂⋌)

(॓_॔) (╯ಊ╰) (─‿‿─)

‹(•¿•)› (╯︵╰,) (︶︹︺)

(∩︵∩) (。◕‿◕。) (⊙_◎)

(~ ̄▽ ̄)~ (︶ω︶) (+_+)

(◕^^◕) (∩▂∩) (¬▂¬)

(。♥‿♥。) (✿ ♥‿♥) ♥╣[-_-]╠♥

٩(͡๏̯͡๏)۶ ٩(-̮̮̃•̃)۶ ٩(̾●̮̮̃̾•̃̾)۶ ٩(-̮̮̃-̃)۶

٩(×̯×)۶ {。^◕‿◕^。} (ñ_ñ)

(u_u) (*_*) (º_º)

Friday, 9 March 2012

Friday Friday♥

Love is BLUE

Health: Drink plenty of water. Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a beggar. Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food that is manufactured in plants. Live with the 3 E’s - Energy, Enthusiasm and Empathy Play more games. Read more books than you did in 2010. Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day. Sleep for 7 hours. Take a 10-30 minutes walk daily. And while you walk, smile. Personality: Don’t compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about. Don’t have negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead invest your energy in the positive present moment. Don’t over do. Keep your limits. Don’t take yourself so seriously. No one else does. Don’t waste your precious energy on gossip. Dream more while you are awake. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need. Forget issues of the past. Don’t remind your partner with his/her mistakes of the past. That will ruin your present happiness. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. Don’t hate others. Make peace with your past so it won’t spoil the present. No one is in charge of your happiness except you. Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn. Problems are simply part of the curriculum that appear and fade away like algebra class but the lessons you learn will last a lifetime. Smile and laugh more. You don’t have to win every argument. Agree to disagree. Society: Call your family often. Each day give something good to others. Forgive everyone for everything. Spend time with people over the age of 70 & under the age of 6. Try to make at least three people smile each day. What other people think of you is none of your business. Your job won’t take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will. Stay in touch. Life: Do the right thing! Get rid of anything that isn’t useful, beautiful or joyful. However good or bad a situation is, it will change. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up. The best is yet to come. Your Inner most is always happy. So, be happy.

Author Unknown to me

Don't forget to spring forward this weekend♥

I seen my first robin of the season today in my friend Lisa's yard♥

Thursday, 8 March 2012

Happy March 8th

The angel of the Family is Woman. Mother, wife, or sister, Woman is the caress o...f life, the soothing sweetness of affection shed over its toils, a reflection for the individual of the loving providence which watches over Humanity. In her there is treasure enough of consoling tenderness to allay every pain. Moreover for every one of us she is the initiator of the future. The mother's first kiss teaches the child love; the first holy kiss of the woman he loves teaches man hope and faith in life; and love and faith create a desire for perfection and the power of reaching towards it step by step; create the future, in short, of which the living symbol is the child, link between us and the generations to come. Through her the Family, with its divine mystery of reproduction, points to Eternity.
Giuseppe Mazzini

Tuesday, 6 March 2012

Children are like kites

Children Are Like Kites
Author: unknown to me
You spend a lifetime trying to get them off the ground.
You run with them until you're both breathless.
They crash.
They hit the rooftop.
You patch and comfort, adjust and teach them.
Finally they are airborne...
They need more string and you keep letting it out.
But with each twist of the ball of twine,
there is a sadness that goes with joy.
The kite becomes more distant,
and you know it won't be long
before that beautiful creature will snap the lifeline that binds you two together
and will soar as it is meant to soar, free and alone.
Only then do you know that you did your job. "
March arrives, the last hurrah of winter and the first whisper of spring.  Slowly our spirits reawaken,
along with the natural world, from a long winter's slumber.  Branches that just days ago were bare, now blossom with new growth.  Deep within we feel stirrings of hope.
Turn orver the earth in the inner garden.  Simplicity is the fertile soil of our souls.
From the book Simple Abundance by Sarah Ban Breathnach

❤❤¸.•*¨*•☆Love is old ♥ Love is new ♥ Love is all ♥ Love is you ♥  ♥  ♥ Love is all you need ♥ The Beatles ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥  ♥ ☆•*¨*•.¸¸❤❤¸.•*¨*•☆☆•*¨*•.¸¸❤❤

Monday, 5 March 2012

Have a Fabulous Monday
Thanks to my friend Cynthia Canty for this link.

It's a cool and crisp March day and I hope to enjoy it in every way.

I cannot wait until it is warm enough to put a beautiful pot of pansies on our front porch.

Waiting to walk the path of Spring.

Spring is the Queen of all Seasons.

Sunday, 4 March 2012

Happy Sunday

To make your house smell nice
Link as seen on pinterest.

You need a small stockpot filled about 2/3 full with water. 1 lemon, sliced, and a few sprigs of rosemary (on a cold dark night, armed with scissors, I did a little snippy snip of rosemary from the apartment bldg next door. Don't tell a soul!) Then add 1-2 tsp of vanilla:(can I get a HUZZAH for taking the picture while pouring the vanilla???)
I let it simmer all day long, adding water as needed. You can use the same mix for about 2 days; after that it gets a bit stanky if you know what I mean.) It's this wonderful scent of citrus with the warm vanilla and the rosemary...ack...the rosemary just ties it all in. Your home will smell mahvelous!
Here's to Spring!
Love this song
Love and hugs on this Sunday

Soon we shall walk down the path of Spring

Saturday, 3 March 2012

Indian proverb I like

There is an Indian proverb or axiom that says that everyone is a house with four rooms, a physical, a mental, an emotional, and a spiritual. Most of us tend to live in one room most of the time but, unless we go into every room every day, even if only to keep it aired, we are not a complete person.

— Rumer Godden in A House with Four Rooms