Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Look into my eyes and hear what I'm not saying,
for my eyes speak louder than my voice ever will.
Unknown

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Life's Paths

No one saves us but ourselves.
No one can and no one may.
We ourselves must walk the path.
Buddha

Monday, March 19, 2012

Too Long

Childhood is the most beautiful of all life's seasons.
-Unknown

My camera has been gathering dust for too long.  It is time to post again on this blog.  My favorite subject is somewhat bald and drools a lot.  She is a happy little soul.  And she brings a lot of joy to those who love her.  Grandchildren are such a gift; I'm glad we live close enough to enjoy our "gift" regularly.  

Saturday, August 20, 2011

A Father's Greatest Gift

The greatest gift a father can give to his children
is to love their mother.

My first grandchild- the little Lady Bug.  I think my daughter K is quite fortunate to have CT for a husband and father for her children.  And this picture pretty much sums it all up. CT has two girls to take care of now!  And he seems to take that responsibility pretty seriously.

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Let us be grateful to those who make us happy,
 they are the charming gardeners 
who make our souls blossom.
Marcel Proust

Saturday, June 25, 2011

While we have the gift of life,
it seems to me the only tragedy
is to allow a part of us to die,
whether it is our spirit, 
our creativity, 
or our glorious uniqueness. 
Gilda Radner

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Ivory Palaces

Out of the Ivory Palaces
Into a world of woe
Only his great, eternal love
Made my Savior go

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

It's A Short Drive

No one can drive us crazy
unless we give them the keys.
Doug Horton
 
Scary, but that is my "key" to get into the new Tiny Town High.  I don't think I'm ever going to feel too nostalgic about this hunk of plastic.  I love the old skeleton keys.  Almost any metal key has a bit of mystery or charm.  A plastic credit card looking thing that you swipe?  Not so much.   

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Spring Fever

It's spring fever. That is what the name of it is.
And when you've got it, you want-
 oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want,
but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!
Mark Twain

Monday, April 4, 2011

Man's Love of Fire

To poke a wood fire is more solid enjoyment
than almost anything else in the world.  
Charles Dudley Warner