Sunday, September 11, 2016

Sunday Serenity for Remembering and Honoring 9/11

Cousins Mike and Mikey
Father and son are at the end of our Blystone street - the very beginning of the annual ~CT United Ride~ - that just happens to have its start right around the corner from us. Gets me ever year - a very emotional half-hour or so watching over 5,000 (give or take) motorcycles - both civilian and police - ride by in honor of the victims of 9/11.


In CT United Ride's words: 

"The CT United Ride is a motorcycle ride honoring those who lost their lives, those who gave their lives, and those who continue to put their lives on the line each day as a result of the tragedies occurring on 9/11. The CT United Ride is sponsored by the CT State Fire Fighters - the UPFFA of CT. This event is the largest 9/11 tribute in the State of Connecticut."


Dad showing his son
About patriotism
Son catches on fast

~~~

xoabb

Sunday, September 04, 2016

Sunday Serenity

Father sitting on Daughter's Memorial Bench

GB taking a moment to commiserate with our Rem...so much love!
Overlooking the first Frisbee-Golf hole at Cranbury Park, sitting on Rem's bench

My sis is in town for the weekend and wanted to go visit our Miss Remy's bench, so off to her bench (and tree) Care, 
GB and I went. Care and I sat on Remy's bench for a bit and communed with her - both in memory and in the
 here and now - and then went for a walk. Rem's dad decided to stay behind and have his moment with his daughter,
between just the two of them. Of course, a ~gift~ of a cigar was involved. Rem giving her dad a cigar had become
something special before her death, and has become even more so now - long story there for another time.


Love your lovies...you never know just how much time you have left with them, on this earth!


Thinking about all
We treasured together...and
When we'll hug again

~~~

xoabb

Sunday, August 28, 2016

Sunday Serenity

wisteria bloom with a touch of honey bee wing


Wisteria flower
Blooming when it should't be
And it's beautiful!

~~~  

xoabb

Sunday, August 21, 2016

Sunday Serenity

the bottom of 2nd Street - the best place to capture sky photos
The clouds at sunset
Such beauty found in the sky
Never tire of it

~~~

xoabb

Friday, August 19, 2016

Foggy Missourahhh Morning




Winging my way home
After a wonderful time
I want to go back

~~~

xoabb

Sunday, August 14, 2016

Sunday Serenity

eggs of a speckle
cardinal eggs...hopefully uninterrupted

My parents have wonderful folks that help them with the heavy labor in their garden because, well, at 90 and 93, it's just not physically possible for them to do everything anymore. (Hell, I'm 61 and couldn't begin to do all that, tho they both seemed to be able to do ALL THAT at my age...) Yesterday, their helper had been clearing off the non-producing bean trellis when she stopped, came in the house and asked what she should do about the suddenly discovered bird's nest, complete with eggs, that was nestled in the trellis. Mom quickly told her to cease and desist, which pleased the gal very much, as she said: "O goody! I'll have to find some pulled foliage to protect the nest from the sun! So...nature wins out over a neat garden. A mighty good choice! (We eventually found dad and he heartily agreed that the nest should stay.) 

Just hope mama redbird won't abandoned it!

Clearing out debris
Sometimes leads to a surprise
Hey mama, come back!

~~~

xoabb

Saturday, August 13, 2016

Sounds of a Summer Night



I've never realized
There's ebb and flow to the sounds
one hears in the night

~~~

xoabb

(I didn't change the volume level - that's just the loud/soft sounds of a Missouri night)

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Off to my Dreams...

perennial hardy hibiscus. Dad said he started with one red and one white, and ended up with a
light pink flower* with no center redness - it's beautiful!
~
The dance is over
It's time to go. Off to my
Dreams...there's no more show...

*Dad's hybrid
~~~

xoabb

Tuesday, August 09, 2016

Little Punk Blossoms


what we've always referred to above as a mimosa tree blossom, we've come to find it's really not.
My grandparents had two of the beautiful trees growing in the backyard of their California, MO
home. Every time I see a tree in bloom, I think of them, with much love, much much love. 


Little punk blossoms
Blooming in your pink pink way
Wish I could be you.

~~~

xoabb

Sunday, August 07, 2016

Gifts that Inspire Serenity...on a Sunday

There are the little things that I absolutely love...
Gifts from the heart of a ~bff~ - a metal bird nest and moonstone egg, 
Gifts from a traveling parent - a perfectly egg-shaped rock from some forgotten beach
Gifts from the dump on my parent's property - a tiny bottle with a cap that has an ~A~ stamped on it
Gifts from nature - two little acorns that fell too soon and are adorable, but not at all grown up
And a wayward green visitor ~gift~ I found in my bathroom...now free to the great outdoors

~

Little things that mean
so much. Forever friendships,
and a lot of love.

~~~

xoabb