:: mary poppins :: julie andrews beautiful voice :: her incredible ability to intrigue a toddler for a few hours so I could nap ::
:: the beautiful colors and cute styles of their clothing :: the cute scenery :: kind of like living in a land of cupcakes ::
:: this cute illustration ::
:: reminders of childhood :: also of this blog, this blog, and this one ::
starting to look like this outside. sinister and feeling a little like the grinch.
yesterday was warm enough for us to go out and walk around the neighborhood. the boy stood on every miniature snow hill on one of the long stretches of road throwing wet snow into the road. today is blustery and cold.
glimpses of spring. warmth starts to sneak back in.
Pro bono work is some of the best. Because the client does not pay me they give me a lot more freedom to do things the way I like, which is the better way.
I am really starting to think this is the way to do a lot of things. Pay a professional, and give them guide lines, and see what they come up with. You could do this with practically anything. Find a baker and tell them you want a beautiful chocolate cake for your upcoming birthday. Tell a florist you need a bouquet that is red and white, let them choose the flowers and the other beautiful filler. I guess the most critical part would be knowing you have the same taste or that they understand yours.
This morning Gentry wanted to make orange juice. He then wanted to take pictures of his creation. The juice was lovely, the oranges from our box of holiday oranges. They sure lasted a long while out in our cold garage. Gentry took the picture of me.
Here are some more cuties. You can get your at Inside A Black Apple.
Oh. I love these Valentine’s. You may get your own at A Fanciful Twist.
Do you remember the stress of Valentine’s boxes? Decorating a shoe box with construction paper and all the lust your 2nd grade heart could muster for little Jeremy, who sat a row away from you. Then wondering if the candy hearts he had selected for you were hand selected or just thrown into your little envelope from him. Did he put as much thought into his candy hearts as you had? Was he going to notice you told him you were going to love him the rest of your days.
The true harvest of my daily life is somewhat as intangible and indescribably as the things of morning or evening. It is a little star-dust caught, a segment of the rainbow which I have clutched. Henry David Thoreau, Walden or Life in the Woods
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Everything had changed suddenly♦the tone, the moral climate; you didn’t know what to think, whom to listen to. As if all your life you had been led by the hand like a small child and suddenly you were on your own, you had to learn to walk by yourself. There was no one around, neither family nor people whose judgment you respected. At such a time you felt the need of committing yourself to something absolute♦life or truth or beauty♦of bing ruled by it in place of the man-made rules that has been discarded. You needed to surrender to some such ultimate purpose more fully, more unreservedly than you had ever don in the old familiar, peaceful day, in the old life that was not abolished and gone for good. Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago
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Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth. I sat at a table where were rich food and wine in abundance, and obsequious attendance, but sincerity and truth were not; and I went away hungry from the inhospitably board. The hospitality was as cold as the ices. Henry David Thoreau, Walden or Life in the Woods
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I just finished Into the Wild
