
My great-nephew is one! We had fun today watching him with his presents, cake, icecream. What a big day for a little boy. We love A.T.!








I don't think I ever showed you my finished charm bracelet! Kristen did a beautiful job assembling all of the wonderful charms from all of our creative friends. In addition to the charm that I made and described in a previous post, I made the "ART book". It has a few stamped pages for fun. I know now that I should have made it even smaller. I'd like to do another swap like this in the future. Thanks to everyone who contributed!
The cone flowers in our garden are really beautiful this year. Before the rains came, there were lots of butterflies and bumble bees all over the place. Sitting on the front porch, I could hear birds chirpping and little yellow finches flitting about. Last night, a toad (or a frog?) hopped across the driveway and into the garden on the other side. I watched him for a while and saw his long tongue fly out to grab a bug and take a big gulp. It's dark now -- whoa, what was that animal that just ran through the yard? I love livin' in the 'country'!


Was watching Medium tonight and "Unwritten" by Natasha Bedingfield was used at the end of the show. I think it's 'blog appropriate' for today's mood. By the way, the picture above was taken in Savannah on our November trip (actually, it's Tybee Island which is next to Whitemarsh Island where Rachael lives).
Unwritten
I am unwritten
can't read my mind,
I'm undefined
I'm just beginning,
the pen's in my hand,
ending unplanned
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else,
no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
I break tradition,
sometimes my tries,
are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't livethat way
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else,
no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
The rest is still unwritten.
ok, I'm headed for the Post Toasties. Maybe that would make my throat (and my belly) feel better.




