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For the past several weeks we have been struggling in a choice for the perfect color to paint our bedroom.

Initially, we bought a couple of samples to provide a soothing background for our turquoise and brown bedspread.  We started with a soft grey and taupe.  Neither worked.

Our next step was to find a light turquoise that complemented the spread.  Two more samples; one too green, the other too much the same color.  More time passed.  Each time we had a new idea, we’d trot down to Lowe’s with a couple more sample pots of color and put it on the wall to ponder.

A couple of weeks ago, I was looking through a catalog and found a pretty quilt that I thought would solve our problem.  It was white with splashes of spring flowers and foliage.  We could easily pick out one of the flower colors with a quilt like that on our bed, so I ordered it.

The new quilt arrived and I spread it atop my bed full of hope that one of the colors on the wall would work.  Naturally, none did.  So, off to Lowe’s we went with a new pillow sham in hand in search of the perfect color.  We came home with a sample of what we believed to be the perfect green yellow.  Once on the wall to transformed into an electric green that was anything but soothing.  Back I went to Lowes and home I came with two pale yellows.  Again I was convinced, I’d picked the winner.

The yellows were better.  I put large splotches of each on the walls to help decide which was best.  After about a week, I’d decided and convinced Dave that the lighter of the two was “our color”.

As the days passed and I looked at my lighter patch, I became disillusioned with my yellow.  It seemed flat.

Yesterday I took my sham back to Lowes for one last try with the greens.  I came home with only one, a light leafy green that looked right under all the lighting samples.  Even the gal who mixed the sample was sure this one was it.

Without even changing from my gym clothes, I got out my mini roller and began to cover the yellow with my new color.  It looked pretty good.  I tried another area of the room.  It looked good there as well.

This morning as I opened my eyes, I gazed across at my new burst of green on the wall and decided this new color, “Spring Reflection”, was indeed the perfect color.  All I need now is to find the time to transform my entire room.  Until then, I’ll be reflecting on the possibilities.

We had our first snow yesterday.  This is the view from my kitchen window.  The entire landscape was covered in soft white.  It is so beautiful….  I love it!  I have dreaming of a snowy landscape since we bought our house in Charlottesville.  I bought Dave a snow tube so we could slide down the hill in the backyard.

I’ve been waiting for the snow but it didn’t wait for me.  I am still in Florida.  This is the view I see….

 No snow here.  It’s sunny and 76.

No sliding down the hill, no snow angels.

I suppose I can go down to the pool to pass the time… hmmmm.

 

 

I’m taking it easy this morning.  Yesterday morning Dave dutifully dispatched me to to the airport at 5:30 (although we really could have slept in another half hour) so I could catch my 7:00 flight to Charlotte.  Six hours later I was sitting in the Sarasota airport sipping a Freshens Smoothie with my Mom and Dad.

This morning I’m sipping coffee with Mom and my baby sister Barb, catching up on news and reminiscing about the past.  Barb and I are going to  take a walk down to the clubhouse to check out the gym equipment. That’s as far as we’ve got planned. . .

It’s nice to not have plans.

For the past few days, my Dad has been sending out photos from my childhood, which has resulted in my looking through my cache of old images, recalling happy days in my life when I really approached life as a child, not only because I was one but also because I have set a goal for myself to really approach my faith in God in that same childlike way.

This is one of my favorite family photos.  We are not dressed for a portrait, nor are we posed, well, at least not in our most flattering light.  We are seated in “our spots” at the family dinner table, celebrating my 12th birthday. It wasn’t my birthday that the photo was to remember as much as the beautiful “castle” cake I had baked from a recipe in our Better Crocker Junior Cookbook. I’m not quite sure where my sister, Barb, got the rose in her teeth, but that is just one of those family mysteries.

We gathered as a family at that table in that tiny dining room every night for dinner for ten years until my family moved.  After that, we still sat at that table, just in a different dining room.  Family dinner time was sacred in our home.  If you were in the house at dinner time (and not contagiuos  you were expected to be there.  If you weren’t  there, you’d had to have an acceptable excuse. (Working, away at school, etc.)

At this humble table we learned the basics of social graces, not to cry over spilled milk (which happend frequently), negotiation skills (how much of this do I have to eat?)  and even some lessons in politics (after all, it was the 60’s).  Our table was a place of family bonding.  We shared the triumphs and defeats of the day and so many laughs.  My father kept us in order with my mother as XO.  When he was on the road, we’d gang up on poor Mom like a class with a substitute teacher which usually resulted in some zany behavior and even more laughs.

As a look through my life, I clearly see that I was born into privelege; not in the sense that my family held enormous weath or social ranking, because we did not.  Instead the privelege I received came from being surrounded by a large family who collectively have operated from an inner strength of value and purpose and a strong grounding in faith in God.  This type of privelege is precious and long lasting, spanning generations, with each generation looking to the past as a reminder of what can be accomplished with a good heart and hard work.  When I look back at the challenges my parents and grandparents faced, I can clearly see the pluck and self sacrifice it took to pass this birthright on to me.  I am both humbled and challenged to continue the chain unbroken onto my own children and grandchildren.

fter almost six weeks of patient waiting, our amaryllis has finally opened. It is a welcomed patch of color in this drab time of winter.  The trees are bare, there is no snow.   Yet inside our home this masterpiece blooms.

I know it’s not an original idea to view flower bulbs as little miracles.  How could they not be regarded as such?  They start out looking like a dried up onion that you would toss if you found it in your pantry.  Set it on some rocks, give it a little water and wait.  In this case, all I had to do was remove the vase from the box and add two thirds a cup of water – how precise!  And voila, my own little miracle.

I don’t know how long it will last.  I see signs of another small bud emerging from the bottom, but don’t know enough about them to know if that will bloom as well this time around.  I am content watching this bloom open little by little.

I’m thinking I must have quite a dull life to take such delight in one flower.  But that’s okay.  I have what I need.  What more could I want?

Well the house is almost clean, the turkey is almost thawed and I’m planning on baking pies this afternoon.  In a few minutes I’m going to take a break and head off to the gym to pump up for the big finish of preparations.

Before I head out the door, I thought I’d just take a few minutes to express my gratitude for all the people who have contributed to the richness of my life…..

… for my parents.  I was fortunate to be born into a warm, loving, hard working family where I was nurtured and encouraged to develop my gifts and share them…

… for my husband.  Our start had some rocky moments, but in all my “prince charming” dreams I never could have imagined anyone who would suit me so perfectly…

… for my children.  Although not the cookie cutter soccer kids of their generation, Maggie and Andy have surpassed imaginary children my sister and I used to chat about at our tea parties…

… for my grandchildren.  What a wonderful surprise to have gained a whole family in the adoption process!

… for my extended family.  I have been blessed with such a diverse tribe of brothers, sisters, in-laws, and cousins which together form a crazy quilt of races, religions and nationalities singing in an imperfect harmony.

… for my friends.  There are so many of you!  I’ve moved around a lot and have always found kindred spirits along the way.  You are all so dear to me.

… for my four legged friends.  It’s been so wonderful to have something furry to cuddle – or not.

…. for the beauty of God’s creation.  I’ve listed this last, but it is so not the least.  I am thankful for the whole lot – the sun, rain and snow, seashore, mountains and deserts and so very grateful for the opportunities I’ve been given to see them all.

Thanks for listening to my gush.  May your Thanksgiving provide you not only nourishment for your body but also for your soul.