Bumblebee on a pretty, but unknown flower...at least by me! |
Sunday, September 28, 2014
Perhaps a Truffela Tree...
Small truffala tree?
Nope, but perhaps it could be..
Suess - the scribe for me!
(Haiku courtesy of ~Remy~)
xo
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Monday, September 08, 2014
Our Rem...
l to r - Kat, Kate & our Rem - all three so dear to us, Rem especially.
This daughter of ours -
Forging a new, true life path
So blessed she is ours!
So blessed she is ours!
~~
xo
Update: Our sweet, wonderful and so loved daughter never got to finish her life path. She was taken from us on December 8, 2014. The worst day and loss we have ever had to live through. There isn't a day that goes by that she isn't in our thoughts and hearts. We will miss that girl madly and always.
Forever loved.
Update: Our sweet, wonderful and so loved daughter never got to finish her life path. She was taken from us on December 8, 2014. The worst day and loss we have ever had to live through. There isn't a day that goes by that she isn't in our thoughts and hearts. We will miss that girl madly and always.
Forever loved.
Thursday, September 04, 2014
Still Waters
Life beneath the surface |
Surface reflections
Will hide what is underneath
Still waters run deep
~~~
xo
Labels: Missourahhh, nature, thinking
Tuesday, September 02, 2014
Friday, August 29, 2014
To the Fullest!
The Golf Cart* |
*(Mom in her freedom mobile (aka golf cart) accompanied by her ~other son~ Paul, (sipping on his 5:00 cocktail while sending his drone to new heights of photo glory), her grandgirl, Brynnly (who is wondering just where in the hell that drone is going); then there's her faithful Cody-dog, (who is for sure wondering when the golf cart travel-action is ever going to begin), and Paul's Marla (taking memory photos of the events as they unfold).) |
Challenges be damned!
Living life to the fullest?
Our mom does it best!
~~~
xoxox
Labels: life to the fullest, Missourahhh, mom
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Summer Snow...on the Mountain
Snow on the Mountain w/Honey Bee & an Anoymous 6-Legged Friend |
Snow on the Mountain
Considered a weed to some,
A beauty to me!
~~~
xoabb
Summer Snow...on the Mountain
Snow on the Mountain w/Honey Bee & an Anoymous 6-Legged Friend |
Snow on the Mountain
Considered a weed to some,
A beauty to me!
~~~
xoabb
Friday, August 08, 2014
Heart of the Storm
Wednesday, August 06, 2014
Imperfect Perfection
Kousa Dogwood - after the rain |
The Kousa Dogwood
Shouldn't be blooming right now
It's not listening!
~~~
xoxo
Tuesday, August 05, 2014
Phlox Beauteousness...
Phlox - more beautiful this year than ever before, according to my Master Gardner dad - and I believe him! |
Fabulous phlox, OH!
Your beauty is amazing!
Please be back next year!
~~~
xo
Sunday, August 03, 2014
Ending & Beginning
Once again, beautiful petunias - one spent, one in its glory |
Lovely as it fades
Like a dancer's swirling skirt
Petunia girl
~~~
xo
Friday, August 01, 2014
Monday, July 28, 2014
Perseverance
Thursday, July 24, 2014
Summertime Snowflake
Summertime Snowflakes
Through the fields 'round my folks' home
Warmer than winter's
~~~
xo
Monday, July 21, 2014
'Till We Meet Again...
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
Sunday, July 13, 2014
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
The Old Man
The Old Man as he returns to mother earth |
As those who stop by here know, we spent Christmas in our beloved Columbia, MO. While it was a ~balmy~ 8º both the day we arrived and seven days later on the day we left, the time in-between were days of 40º or so weather. Perfect for hiking in the valley. Daughter Rem and I hiked down to see the turnip patch that had been planted to help over-winter the deers' food supply and, of course, to go see ~The Old Man~, (pictured above (in 2008) in the header). My brother had taken photos of him over Thanksgiving, but I just had to see for myself that the old guy had finally fallen down to the sands of time. Well...he has. A mere skeleton of his former self, he's still beautiful in his own way. Even better, even in winter, you can see evidence of his ~children~ growing all around him.
For sure, nature renews herself. Out of death rises life. Though that beautiful old sycamore is close to being nothing more than wood dust, generations fueled by his roots will live on and on.
And the memory of a great tree (and the family hikes we took to go see him) will stay with me forever.
~~~
xo
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