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My son found this particularly hilarious. |
The ClayBuddies who were the gracious hosts this past weekend are made up of a rotating group who participate in a twice a year sale. This garden event was hosted by Francie, who lives with her art in a lovely bungalow. She makes fabulous garden art, wind chimes, faerie houses, driftwood hung with colored glass and metal charms, containers for holding things, and small plaques that make you laugh out loud or ponder their universal truths. Apparently I have the above syndrome, obsession, disorder - but in all honesty I do crave order and tidiness. And I am fond of putting things in alphabetical order, as they should be. It was a necessity for working in the book store and library.
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I made a little flower pillow to hold short stemmed blooms |
This time of summer is such a joy, daily walks always have something new to reveal. There were five loons on our lake this morning, gliding and diving quietly without their characteristic calls. No babies were with them, and I think our lake is not hospitable to their young with the voracious snapping turtles that lurk in the water. A few brave neighbors paddle board on the water, I prefer a canoe as a buffer. I've had an irritable snapper attack paddles, and seen large ducks pulled under like a scene from Jaws.
There's a lovely park with paved trails around our chain of lakes for walkers, runners, bikers and parents with children to enjoy the playground or soccer on the grass, or volleyball court. Sometimes there is music as someone has a celebration at the pavilion, usually it's quite good and enjoyable to hear.
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My lovely neighbor's flowering vine |
The park was filled with flowers this morning, night herons with their funny orange feet resting on logs in the water, white egrets, the loons and a blue heron. My goal is to let go of the fast walking that is my custom and engage in mindfulness. To for a time, set aside those CDOs that fill my To Do Lists and for an hour, just be in the moment.
Namaste friends
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