The Past Few Days

Wildflowers along the highway

Freshly cut iris in our bedroom

Playing with Carter

Why I Write

"--What is it you do in those books? Inman said.
--I make a record, the woman said. Draw pictures and write.
--About what?
--Everything. The goats. Plants. Weather. I keep track of what everything's up to. It can take up all your time just marking down what happens. Miss a day and you get behind and might never catch back up."

~from Cold Mountain by Charles Frazier

I often wonder why I feel compelled to write. Why do I fill stacks of blank books with streams of words, newspaper & magazine clippings, pictures, letters, quotes from my reading?

...it's a place to dump all the jumbly things inside my head, it's how I make sense of the world, and where I find peace...
...it's a record of my journey, a reminder of where I've come from, and who I am becoming...

...it's a place to collect life's meaningful stuff, the words and pictures that have been significant to me along the way...

Like the goat woman quoted above, it's my record of everything and the story of my life.

A Special Gift

My little pal, Anna, drew an elephant family just for me. Aren't they the cutest? I particularly love the tails and trunks. Anna is quite proud of their ears.

Little Yellow Posies

Daddy picked them for me,

they're sipping water from a vase that Gini painted,

and

they open and close with the rising & setting of the sun.

Cut & Paste

I've collected a few interesting tidbits over the past few days...stuff I want to save. I spent a little while this evening adding the following to my journal:

*two posts from a blog I love about family & homemaking

*a postcard from Arinn

*an article about growing blueberry bushes

*some additions to my "to read" list

*a love note from Lee

After a couple of days...

they're finally friends.

A Weekend Visit

We're enJOYing some family time.