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"I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers."

~ Claude Monet

 

 

 

Spring arrives in 31 days(doesn't seem so far away
when you put it that way). 

 

 

 

 

It's that time of the year when Midwesterners of the Northern variety start

to get a little stir crazy with all the ice and snow.

Color helps me.

Especially of flowers. :)

 

 



9/52 - Spring clean up

"The great purge and clean up of 2012"

I've been MIA from blogging lately and I hope to explain that a little better

eventually.

We are all healthy thankfully.

With Spring fast approaching I've been taking advantage of 

the time indoors (when it's still cold outside) to take 

inventory of the mess in my basement and house.

We've lived here for 6.5 years and I've never really purged our closets,

cupboards, rooms and the beast of our basement.

I would never show a 'before' pic, it would be way

too embarrassing.

Anyway, the purge and Spring clean up and organization has started 

and I think it's been therapeutic in many ways. 

Time to think, reflect, donate, recycle, throw away junk, and get ready for a ginormous garage sale in May.

We also have listed many things from Dan's late mother's home on Craig's List.

Have I mentioned how much I love Craig's List?

(Antique dollhouse that was my husband's Grandmother's when she was a girl).

51/52 - Christmas memories

What is Christmas?
It is tenderness for the past, courage for the present,
hope for the future. It is a fervent wish that every cup may overflow
with blessings rich and eternal, and that every path
may lead to peace.

~ Agnes M. Pahro

(The majolica platter and plates belonged to my late mother-in- law, and the framed photo shows

 my late father-in- law at age 3. The little shoes were his too.)

It was out of tenderness for the past that I was inspired to capture these images,

and remember

Grandparents and parents who have passed on.

I'm reminded of them of when I hear certain songs, read a handwritten recipe or look at

ornaments they owned that are now ours.

It is said that all hearts come home at Christmas.