Monday, May 24, 2010
Last year I planted those pink flowers. Two years ago I planted four ivy plants. This is the lone remaining ivy plant that has emerged triumphant this spring. I love perennials and the changes that occur in the flower garden as they grow and spread, or as in my case, die. It's like a surprise party every year.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
With all the graduation announcements arriving in the mail I thought I should make some personal cards. Thanks baby, for not eating my craft ribbon.
Monday, May 17, 2010
The hummingbirds have returned. This means I make nectar once a day. We now have two feeders and in the evening when dusk settles in, they come for a drink before retiring to bed. There can be anywhere from 10-20 at the feeder at a time. My husband calls them little piggies. I don't mind feeding them because last week I scored a great deal on a ten pound bag of sugar at the grocery store. Lucky little birds.
Monday, May 10, 2010
When I was a little girl we picked irises and took them to the cemetery on Memorial Day. I would carefully wrap the cut stems in wet paper towels so we could transport them in the car. They carry special meaning for me since my mother past away. I think of her when I see them. How I would love to cut some and carefully place them on her headstone. I would look at her name etched on rock and remember how she loved her babies. I'm her baby, only all grown up now, with little ones of my own. I think of how she loved to make handcrafted gifts and pick irises to remember her loved ones by. I was so elated to see that there were some irises growing here when we rented this house. In the fall I transplanted them to my flowerbed. I can't believe the blossoms this spring. I'm off to kiss my baby because they grow up way to fast.
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Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Sunday, May 2, 2010
I did it! I entered my first race. I picked the Bloomsday Run, a 12K... call me ambitious or crazy, but I set a goal, worked at it, and ran the entire thing without stopping. I thought of my Mom at mile 4 and got choked up. She would have loved to run again. She passed away at the age of 37 from a rare form of heart disease. The closer I get to that age the more conscious I become of keeping my heart and mind strong. There were approximately 50,000 runners. My daughter wanted to know what place I got.
I bet you do too...
I was 11,159th!
Just to give you some perspective: I grew up in a town that had less than 8,000 people in it. It was amazing to be part of this group of runners. Amazing!
So get out and get fit! Find something that inspires you and run with it!
(Did I mention that I use to loathe running?)