"Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul." - Henry Ward Beecher
Hi everyone. I'm glad you're here! I hope you had a wonderful, fun and restful weekend this Memorial Day.
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This was the scene in our small town this weekend.
Don't you just love a traditional, small-town parade?
I'm grateful to live in a place where patriotic holidays are celebrated with flair and exuberance.
We enjoyed the pageantry and the excitement of the participants as they marched by.
Some more than others.
There were a few spectators with fingers in their ears when these skirted marchers passed!
Most of the ear-shielders were under the age of five.But I did notice some adults cringing when the pipes went by.
I'm always pleased and thankful when I have the chance to hear the bagpipes played in the parade.
I do love a good bagpipe!
Sadly, I realize it's not a love shared by all!
On the other hand, the fancy vintage cars were a hit with most everyone.
A funny sounding horn on a car is okay, I guess.I'm thankful we have a right to our own opinions!
After the parade we spent a lot of time in the garden, working our fingers to the bone.
I'll show you what we did in a future post. I was inspired with a fabulous idea, but the ground around here is rock-hard in some places.
Especially the places I wanted my "art installation" to go. I needed help!
We (as in: my husband) worked very hard to make my vision (that sounds arty, right?) a reality.
I'm thankful for his support and encouragement.
And his ability to hammer things into rock-hard ground without complaining.
When we finished, we (as in: both of us, even though he worked much harder than I did) enjoyed our reward: lounging on the hammock.
I'm extremely thankful for the hammock, the opportunity to enjoy it, and the gorgeous view from our deck.
I love listening to the birds and the wind rustling through the tree tops.
The rhythm of the lawn sprinkler, the field being mowed next door, horses clip-clopping by on the street below, dogs barking and children laughing, are the sounds of summer around here.
I'm grateful for long summer days, spent outside with people I love, doing satisfying work.
And then reaping the benefits of a deserved break, swinging in the hammock.
Until next time