Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Here we are back in Saluda N.C.
Doesn't take long to get here. Just a 10 hour drive and we are in another world.... Our little cottage looks so good to us.. We have only been gone 3 months but it seems like longer. Spring is slowly coming to the mountains. Redbud is in bud, white pear trees in full bloom (so beautiful), Forsynthia in bright yellow blooms. Jonquils blooming as well as buds on the Azalias. We have so many little purple violets in our yard. Wish I could preserve them all. Another thing is something I think they call periwinkle. Its a blue flowering ground cover and of course the many, many birds calling every morning and evening. Weather is beautiful today... Sunny afternoon around 72... Here are a few pictures I took a few minutes ago...
we are all seeking God when he is with us every day.... like air.. in the whisper of the breeze, the warmth of the sun.. the color of nature... in the wandering of the mind.. be still and know....
Friday, March 9, 2012
This says it all...
I meant to do my work today, but a brown bird sang in the apple tree, and a butterfly flitted across the field, and all the leaves were calling me. And the wind went sighing over the land, tossing the grasses to and fro, and a rainbow held out its shining hand--So what could I do but laugh and go.....
R. Gallienne
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Where does the time go???
Can't believe it is already March. Time flies when you are having fun so they say... We have been so busy putting our little cottage on the market. Today we signed the contract and Larry has finished all the moving of his workshop, my slat house and all the little things we had to do to put the house up for sale.
Larry's grandmother and grandfather moved from New Jersey in 1939 to live for the next 60plus years in this little cottage. Larry's mother brought him to Melbourne in 1944 and he has walked across his this threshold a million times visiting his grandmother. This is a bittersweet moment for him but it is time.
Larry's grandmother and grandfather moved from New Jersey in 1939 to live for the next 60plus years in this little cottage. Larry's mother brought him to Melbourne in 1944 and he has walked across his this threshold a million times visiting his grandmother. This is a bittersweet moment for him but it is time.
Larry's painting of my slat house in the spring. It has been reduced in size and moved....
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