Lilacs

I am sad to see the Lilac blooms come to an end. Did you know? Lilacs are:
The 8th wedding anniversary flower and the state flower of New Hampshire. In the language of flowers, purple lilacs symbolize the first emotions of love, while white lilacs represent youthful innocence.

Their short appearance is a reminder of how I need to take the time to enjoy the people and things around me at the moment, and that is what I've been doing........

 I love the smell of lilacs!

 They remind me of my early morning walks to school as a little girl. When I would take a short cut to school and cut through the fields, there was a house that was lined with Lilac bushes. The sweet smell would greet me and then linger on for a few blocks, before arriving to school.

Did I mention.......I love the smell of Lilacs!

Count Your Blessings

I am blessed.

Spring Has Sprung

Every time I say "Spring has Sprung," my husband finishes my sentence with this poem... 

Spring has sprung, the grass has ris.

I wonder where the birdies is?

Some say, the bird is on the wing, but that's absurd.

Everyone knows, the wing is on the bird.

I know it's silly, but I had to share.

Hope your first day of Spring is full of Love and Smiles!

Spring Snow Storm

This is what I woke up to this morning......heavy wet snow.
Lots of it!

I find a fresh snow fall is rather breath taking, especially when you first wake up, pull the curtains aside and see this blanket of fluffy virgin snow. It was so beautiful and inviting that I had to go out and walk around in it.

After the beauty of it all wore off, I realized I had a lot of shoveling to do.

I will be nursing sore muscles tonight.
Enjoy your weekend.

Falling Snow

Woke up to the first snow fall of the season. I love early morning walks while big fluffy snowflakes fall.

Falling Snow
See the pretty snowflakes
Falling from the sky;
On the wall and housetops
Soft and thick they lie.

On the window ledges,
On the branches bare;
Now how fast they gather,
Filling all the air.

Look into the garden,
Where the grass was green;
Covered by the snowflakes,
Not a blade is seen.

Now the bare black bushes
All look soft and white,
Every twig is laden,
What a pretty sight!
by anonymous
Wishing you a blessed day.

Fall Colors

 The air is cool and crisp these days and there are leafless trees everywhere reminding me that the fall season is coming to an end. Each season seems to get shorter. 

 There are those few trees that are struggling to hold on to their leaves. I love this tree in my front yard. It goes through at least three different color changes in the fall, the last one being a stunning burnt red color. It's one of the last trees to shed its leaves, my signal to get ready for some cold weather. 

As I walked to and from my studio today, I noticed each time, this tree had less and less leaves on it. By sunset, it was completely bare.

 What is left is a carpet of multi-colored leaves laying around until the last mowing of the season. As a little girl, I'd be raking these leaves up into a big pile just to jump in them.

I am grateful for being able to witness the beautiful Fall colors.