This photograph was sent in the early morning by my DIL in Berlin.
For the blog!
Thank you, N,❤️!
I’ve had some excellent contributions from family members and friends, as my own travel has been restricted, during these Pandemic times.
I’ve seen quite a few photos of hydrangeas on other blogs lately. These looked especially lush.
I just received word from Happy DIY Home– “We just published an updated, comprehensive guide on 27 perennial flowers that come back every year. It is completely free and you can find it here: https://happydiyhome.
Check it out
Thanks Kelly.
My sister sends me photos from her early morning walks in New York City.
Her guest blogging helps me with interesting posts when I’m not really going anywhere.
It’s cool she’s a tourist where she lives. Thanks, Mary.
Portrait and a Plein Air Artist, Sharon Weaver is also my son-in-law’s mother.
This afternoon I walked up to the front steps and saw a package on the stoop. I read the return address and thought it looked like a box for artwork, stamped “fragile” .
Imagine my surprise when I unwrapped it and saw myself, Knitting.
Thank you for the magnificent painting, Sharon. I can tell you put a lot of ❤️ in it. A happy birthday present, indeed!
I had to look again. My sister sent me this window scene she saw on one of her morning walks around New York City.
And then my sister just sent me a photo from her Hudson River Walk today in New York City
You know I’m always trying to cull the memorabilia around my home. Glad I saved this one as I found it again just in time for today.
This is a birthday card from my mother and father wishing me a happy Fourth of July birthday. The year I turned eleven. 1963. I looked on the back and it’s a Norcross card for 25 cents. I was visiting my godmother in Maybelle, Colorado that birthday. My mother wrote “What a life.to have a ride on a super jet.” The red words are raised and flocked.
A cool find while cleaning out papers in the desk.. my dad’s lengthy messages inside includes an itinerary for my brother’s trip to Philmont Ranch in New Mexico with the Boy Scouts.
There is also a lovely card from my sister from this year, too. Happy Birthday to me😀
I got a text that my friend saying she was in the driveway. She’d brought a bag of homegrown lettuce from her garden. I sat on the side porch stoop, she stayed in her car. We talked a bit. Thanks for the delicious lettuce, Joan. You wrapped it so carefully in the wet towels. It was crispy and refreshing. Summer.
