Saturday, July 31, 2010
A few weeks ago my son and I were walking around the yard looking at the various flowers and birds and chatting, when we came upon this young Eastern Cottontail rabbit. He'd jump up and swing his butt around a few times and then stop and look at us as if to make sure we were watching what he could do. He jumped around acting silly for about 5 minutes then hopped off into the corn field. We laughed right out loud. The best part was I got to share it with my 19 yr old son. :)
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
I've spent this day reflecting and soul searching on all the deaths of my family and friends over the last year. It's all just too much for me and it's taking a toll on me. So I will go curl up with a good book and my wonderful furry baby and try to find some distraction....... or peace. Remember to tell your friends and family that you love them, make sure they always know it without a doubt. Life is very short and quickly snatched away. With that being said....... I love you. Goodnight.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Lily has 3 phases:
#1 "I'm so sweet and innocent how can you resist this face?" phase.
#2 "I'm gonna beat the stuffin out of my toys and be stubborn" phase.
#3 "I've played very hard and gotten into alot of trouble, so I'm just going to rest my eyes." phase.
I love her in all her little rotten phases! <3
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
While there's life, there's hope. ~ Cicero (106 BC - 43 BC)
Bless this Red-spotted Purple butterfly, was so beautiful it brought tears to my eyes.
The Dragon Fly.
In the bottom of an old pond lived some grubs. They could not understand why none of their group came back after crawling up the stems of the lilies to the top of the water.
They promised each other that the next one who was called to make the upward climb would return and tell what happened to her.
Soon, one of them felt an urgent impulse to seek the surface. She rested on top of a lily pad and went through a glorious transformation that made her a dragonfly with beautiful wings. In vain she tried to keep her promise - flying back and forth over the pond. She peered down at her loved ones below.
Then she realised, even if they could see her they would not recognize such a radiant creature as one of their number.
The fact that we cannot see our loved ones or communicate with them after the transformation, which we call death is no proof they cease to exist.