Where I Used to Eat My Bacon Biscuits

Favorite Little Book Shoppe

Sick Day

Dancing

Believe it or not, these two trees, dancing in the autumn wind, are connected at the trunk. The two are one and change with the seasons.
Click. Enlarge. Inspire.

Ride Along With Me

Not Far Away

Delta Queen Riverboat and Hotel; Chattanooga, Tennessee

Love Me Some Athens!

For Sale in Athens--Sigh

Cali 'n Tito's; Athens, Georgia

Bright Star

Little Bitty Pretty Ones

Sunday Comin' On

The Old Ford

Should

Charleston

I almost never came home from this city...:)

Saturday in the South

Aquarium: My Favorite Beluga

New Roads in an Old Place

They say "unlikely," You say...

No, you can't help where you came from. But you can make the best of it.

Home Light

Pal

Yesterday, I Slept

Old dog, Newish Couch

Truth or Spoof Give-away over at Miz Mollye's

If your into art journaling or quilting, there's a delicious blog give-away going on over at my new blog-friend's house.
Go on over there and show her some of your blog love! :) P.S. Know of any other great give-aways out in the blogosphere right now? Leave me a comment and puh-leeease let me know!

Un Bonjour

Yesterday a friend of mine hired me to take some pictures of her items for ebay, and I managed to slip these photos in as well (neither of which are for sale.) :) Love, love, love her decorating style.

Amen; or A Big F#@!% You to Satan; or The Precautionary Post

This is all I have to say for my 666th post:

Our father, who art in HEAVEN,
Hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done,
On earth as it is in Heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
And forgive us our trespasses,
As we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil. Amen.

Hail Mary, Full of Grace,
The Lord is with thee,
Blessed art thou among women,
And Blessed is the Fruit of your Womb Jesus.
Hail Mary, Mother of God,
Pray for us now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

Just had to show where my loyalties lie. Now I can move on without feeling creeped out. Like I always say, "I'm not superstitious, but I'm not taking any chances."

Magic

Through my job, I recently had the opportunity to interview a certified counselor who "takes it to the dirt," as she puts it, and treats her clients on horseback. So much gets said when people are taken off guard, out there in the pasture, riding on these huge animals. New territory is covered that lies dormant, distilled, on the therapist's couch. What's more, she says that the horses seem to "adapt" to each person's personality, knowing instinctively what he or she needs. Need to be broken down? The horse knows. Need to be built back up? The horse knows that, too.

Santa Rosa

I Found Where You Left Your Wings

The Are-tist

Of Clouds and Asking.

That looks like the hand of God, I said, as I sat in my car that day. The fingers outstretched...was He beckoning me to come closer, was he letting me go, was he throwing up his hands in distress, asking me WHY? I don't know.

Screensaver

Presentable.

Fridge

Everything I Want and Nothing I Don't

I shall do nothing today, and by that, I mean I'll do everything. Everything that I desire. I commit only to lounging in bed with coffee, a good book (The Secret of Lost Things), my blogs, a waiting stack of Tiffany Blue stationery (would you like a letter?), my faithful hound who never leaves my side, and the dancing flame (courtesy of the ceiling fan wind) of the scented candle --the curtains are drawn, filtering the daylight through a soothing, pale French blue.

Perhaps if I'm feeling really ambitious, I'll take you along for a walk around my hilly neighborhood, thinking about better women and better writers than me, out traipsing the moors with grand ideas.

Kiwi in a Summer Rain; The Fruit of Her Labors

There are so many stories untold in this image. Or waiting to be told? Here's a beginning. My mother grew up dirt poor in a dirt poor town in West Texas. She had been deprived during her upbringing of what she always deemed the "exotic" fruits--kiwis, pomegranates, cherries, etc. Even a navel orange, to her, had been a rare treat. And as I grew up, she took very special care to pick out these elusive fruits for me at the market, ever expanding my tastes in her quest to introduce me to that which she hadn't had. Even at Christmas, my hand-crocheted stocking was always filled with the largest, ripest most pristine oranges and apples she could find and mingled with a variety of un-shelled walnuts, Brazil nuts, hazelnuts, and pecans. She always wanted for me what she didn't have herself, and I'm reminded this in every corner of my life, every aspect, every sweet fruit from far-off lands.

Atlanta Aquarium

It didn't take too much time in the aquarium to realize that the people there were just as interesting as the fish. I think I've discovered that I love to do portraiture. Who knew? And where will this lead?

Yeah, baby!

This place, for me, is like a Garden of Delights. Stacks of every texture and color of paper imaginable line the walls, lengths of ribbon for presents not yet given, and sealing wax meant to lock letters that are intended for one person only. That person. Everyone has one of those people. And one of those places.

On the way to the White Fence

The Queen Anne's Lace is now emerging in the vacant lot that I pass on my way to the white fence and back. Alongside the wild grape vines, the poison ivy, the fledgeling wild fig trees, honeysuckle, and the brambly blackberry bushes, the white weed springs up, cutting me to the quick every year. They were the flowers in my mother's last garden, and when I saw them there, perfectly tended with daisies and roses, I felt a shock, like she was coming back to take care of them at any moment. I always wondered if my dad took care of her flower garden after she passed away, but I'll never ask him. A million questions I'll never ask him because it won't bring her back. But do I believe that she somehow sees me on my walks past the vacant lot full of Queen Anne's lace like I believe she saw me in her garden the day she died? Absolutely. I absolutely do. She sees me remembering her.

Right Direction

At the Office