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Wednesday Words of Wisdom and Families that Waddle 

23 Apr

The bond that links your family is not one of bold, but of respect and joy in each other’s life.

~ Richard Bach

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We can learn a lot about life from the animal kingdom. They live simply, adapt to their environment, raise their families, are faithful, and protect one another, especially their young.

I’ve had the pleasure of watching a beautiful family of ducks waddle around the pond down the street on my daily walks. A couple of days ago, a new addition of little baby ducks made an appearance. The little floating balls of fluff paddled very closely to their mamma while daddy duck proudly guarded his family. A lovely sight.

   
 

Yes, nature reminds us of the true meaning of what is most important in life.

Family!

   
 

Wednesday : Watercolors Created By Nature

27 Nov

No form of Nature is inferior to Art; for the arts merely imitate natural forms
~Marcus Aurelius quotes
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My morning walk was more like a walking art show. The colorful moist leaves had created beautiful stains on the concrete sidewalks. They were as intricate and fascinating as a detailed watercolor. Nature…God’s artistic canvas. I couldn’t have painted it any better myself. Oh, that’s right, the original artist is a little more talented than I am.

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Aren’t these beautiful? I just may have to try and paint these someday.

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Saturday: Scents and Sensibility

2 Mar

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This is not a book report on the first romantic fiction novel by Jane Austen, published in England in 1811, that portrays the life and loves of the Dashwood sisters, Elinor and Marianne. Oops! I guess it started out that way. TMI. No, this is an observance of the “scents” and “sensibility” in our, not quite so romantic or dramatic, everyday lives.

Every single day reveals a new story, an adventure to be shared. At first, I thought it would be a challenge to find something to write about each day. But, it has become an enlightening journey of observations, resulting in a documentary of the world around me. That’s a fancy writer’s way of saying, “Wow, life’s really awesome if you just stop to smell the roses.”

Speaking of smelling the roses, the “scents” that inspired me today are from the candles that are strategically place around the house. The cookies and cream scented Yankee Candle in the kitchen smells like Christmas, when hundreds of cookies are cooling on every counter. But, it isn’t the wonderful aroma that delights me. It’s the combination of memories and the person who gave me each candle. When I catch a whiff of sweet vanilla, I remember Christmas shopping and lunches with my best friend back home. I’ve had this one for over eight years, but it continues to share its bouquet and fond memories.

You’re probably wondering how a candle can last so long. Easy! I don’t burn my candles. I don’t trust them. Too many house fires are caused by neglected candles. There, I said it. I’m a scaredy cat. The nice thing is, their fragrance lasts for years, and I have a different scented candle for almost every room.

Displayed on the bedroom dresser is a red candle labeled fresh picked cherries. My friend Kelly, who is the manager at Towne Creek Apartments, gave it to me for my birthday a couple years ago. When I open the door, a scent of tart luscious cherries fills the room. She is a kind and soft-spoken woman, and the subtle fragrance reminds me of her tender heart and gentle nature.

My favorite is the chocolate scented candle that rests on my piano. It was a Christmas gift from little Rebekah next door. She’s a teenager now, and isn’t quite so little any more. She’s my “chocolate buddy.” When we moved to McKinney, she was only five years old. Rebekah would ring the bell and peek through the glass, waiting with anticipation and a smile. We usually baked brownies, nibbled on chocolate chips, and had a tea party while the brownies were in the oven. She would stand on a step stool, do all the stirring, and lick the bowl and spoon, getting chocolate all over her face.

So, when I sit at the piano, tinkering at the keys, (did I mention that I don’t know how to read music or play?) I smell the delicious aroma of chocolate and remember the young girl with chocolate on her nose and a big chocolate grin.

These are the “scents” and “sensibilities” that make life amazing.

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