I found a cowboy rope that had been abandoned and decided to use it as a wreath on my front porch. I loved the colors in the rope, hombre from pink to blue to purple. I ran into Hobby Lobby, one of my favorite stores, and picked up four simple items, all on sale for half off! The wreath cost me less that $10 to make.
What a joy. It looks great on my front porch gate and the rope certainly ties into the ranch here. It took me less than thirty minutes to create.
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I am a collector of blessings. I would like to be a collector of stars, however, I leave them in the sky for everyone to share.
I become complacent, forget to hold my breath,
and there it goes again.
Up and down as notes on a scale.
Tears and laughter, acceptance and fears, wrapped
up tight or floating buoyant over rainbows.
I just hang on tight and enjoy the journey,
the soaring and the dips as I wait to catch
my breath.
– See more at: http://allpoetry.com/poem/11924611–Emotions-Come–I-Dont-Know-Why-by-VictoriaFeathers#sthash.7gXKDsIZ.dpuf
I have been negligent here keeping track of blessings. The weather has been so grand that I spend most of my time in the yard making new gardens and putting in a small pond. The pond is turning out to be more complicated than I had imagined, a leak. I’m sure I stepped on a sharp stone and punctured the lining.
On a happier note the Geese brought the babies down for their first swim on Valentines Day. I must note this was the nicest V Day gift I have ever received. They grow so fast, I am amazed how fast they can waddle to keep up with the parents. Yesterday they were foraging along the bank and a hawk kept circling, I was terrified for them.
Small green shoots are popping up everywhere. I have planted so much I can’t remember what is what. I kept pulling this weed that was invading the bank of my dry creek bed. I wondered why my Rock Cress hadn’t emerged yet. I researched it and believe that the pictures on the net look like the plants I have been pulling…… Sometimes I amaze myself. I will try to refrain from weeding until I am certain what I am doing, if I don’t forget. I am getting so dingy.
The new border lilies have little pink buds on them. I am excited to see them open, maybe for Easter. The new rose bushes are bursting in new leaves. I’m like an expectant mother waiting for the birth, visiting the nursery over and over, imagining the baby here.
God is grand. 
Surrounded by Gods wonder, blessings everywhere……. The weather has been in mid to high seventies and flowers are sprouting up. Trees are putting on small green buds, birds busy building new nests, a time of renewal.
The duck/goose eggs are still being tended by an anxious mother, although she does occasionally escape long enough for a swim with daddy. He looks so forlorn spending days alone. Soon the ducklings will hatch and the training will begin. Last summer it was a joy to behold. The parents are almost like military in training tactics.
I take great pleasure in sitting on my porch after completing my gardening and watching life unfold around me. Fish jumping in the pond, turtles sunning on the shore. I do miss my gardening friend the Heron who watched me all winter. I hope he has a place in Heaven……..
Sunday Perfect
Church was especially good today. Sunday school lessons are the absolute best, such hearty conversations. Today we spoke of illness, suffering and healing. Of course I was offered the opportunity to share my testimony of Gods awesome healing of my dreaded C.
After church an idyllic day, perfect weather, sunshine and wildlife. Turtles sunning themselves on the banks, kingfishers diving for lunch, birds building nests in the new birdhouses. Me planting traveling iris and rose bushes. The Clematis is beginning to sprout spring leaves. I relocated it to the base of the bird house post, hope it thrives.
Work finished I spend hours reading on the porch while glancing repeatedly at life going on around me. All is perfect………..
The weather here in Central Texas has been gorgeous, low 80’s. I have a serious case of Spring fever so I have been spending time preparing new flower beds, long ten-hour days of very hard work. Aching back, swollen hands and ankles, smelling of manure, not a pretty sight but so very rewarding.
Yesterday the temp dropped into the mid 50’s which made the work a bit more pleasant. I planted roses and prepared my rock garden to receive its pond and waterfall. It amazes me that such hard work, sweat running into your eyes and the stench of manure can be so rewarding. Who would have thought it?
I now have two sets of blue birds that hang out in the yard and use the communal bird bath. I get so much pleasure from watching the bright blue flashes flit from tree to tree. I can’t get the finches to eat their food so I opened it and mixed it with the wild bird seed. I will be happy if the cow birds leave, there are hundreds of them that fly in and empty the feeder in minutes and then fly off to help the steer and horses clean up their food. Greedy little things.
My bulbs are popping up now: mini iris, border lilies, surprises. I’ve been rearranging rocks in my dry creek bed again hoping to get it right. The poor rocks are probably dizzy from my rearrangements.
Well go out there and make it a wonderful day, I intend to.
My head swims amongst the waves
of silence, distracted in my conversation with God.
Thankful I have never heard true silence.
– See more at: http://allpoetry.com/poem/11851422-Conversations-of-Silence-by-VictoriaFeathers#sthash.iB5VHr7u.dpuf
Each day a blessing 