Happy Monday
How nice, another birthday card. Rosie sipped on her tea, and listened as the movers grunted and called out to each other about the best way to get whatever it was they were moving into the house. Her birthdays usually came and went without much fanfare, but this time, she had to admit, all the activity of getting the “girls” settled in was a lot of fun.
Each was so different, and the luggage and pieces of furniture that were arriving each day, was so fascinating. So far, the silver dragon sculpture had been the best, although the very old roll top desk was also interesting. packages of odd sizes and shapes arrived day and night. She was so glad she had accepted the offer to be here.
Even her old chest of drawers fit in, her room was big enough for her to enjoy the privacy of her room when she needed it. Yet close enough to the kitchen and public area, for her to keep an eye on the coming and goings of the participants in the project that had brought them all together.
Birthdays were such happy times. She wondered how old she was… but then, catching sight of herself in the mirror, she smiled. Who cares she thought.. It is how I feel, and darn it all, I feel pretty good.
*knock *knock…” Roses for Ms Rosie”…. said a voice…
The day just couldn’t get any better thought Rosie. Every day was so full of surprises.!
We hope you had a grand day dear friends… join us again for tidbits on Rosie and her friends.
PL Precept # 2 To live is to express One’s Self
PL Precept #15 All is a mirror
She looked closer, and saw the defined scales all over his body, he was majestic.
OK I have no idea, what I was thinking of when I did this, but it happened. Years later, I still don’t know what it was that drew me to put this “idea” together. Knowing I did it, always gave me pause. I thought to simply throw it out, yet it sat in the back garden for some time, a reminder that not everything I do, or come up with is “picture perfect”
At the time, I really liked the idea. The glove, the hand, I’m not sure, but it still might be out back too. We are cleaning up back there, it is time for a change. I know if they are there, it will be time to “let them go”
I remember putting this “character” into the old wood bird house, so he would be out of the elements. It is all overgrown now, but I saw through the branches that he is still there. It would require cutting away half of the evergreen now to get him out… so… he’ll get to stay. Actually maybe it was a she..
The garden guardians have come and gone, they tended and hosted the wildlife that used our land to travel safely through the urban sprawl. There is beauty in all that nature provides, and there is an unseen world around us that some of us see, and other’s don’t. Never-the-less, the world of imagination and fantasy never fails to capture our attention, when we listen to the wind whisper softly through the trees, or hear it howl when it is voicing discontent. This week we’ve heard the heavens bowling in celebration of a summer’s eve. the bowling balls landing with loud thunder as they rolled across the skies.
