Wow, I walked into the house went into the bedroom and crashed for 3 hours after getting home from the antique road show experience. Then I got up walked to my chair and slept there until Jerry said, time to go to bed, golly I was so tired I could not even tell Jerry about my day with Debra. Which was a wonderful time, the hours we spend with our children one on one are the treasured hours in a mother's memory. Now that my children are grown and have their own families those golden hours spent talking and laughing are so few and far between but they are the treasures hidden in a mothers memory. Those memories warm your spirit when you are alone or have a quiet time undisturbed I find memories of my children and the one on one times we spent together are the warmest.
I have a wonderful group of young people my children and their children their lives are full and interesting there are ups and downs crisis after dilemma and yet they prosper with good humor and they walk in faith, well most of them there is always a hold out or two but all and all they are good people.
Now the Association of Pacific Northwest Quilters Show in Tacoma will open in a few days. I will be there for three days doing what ever is required of a quilt show groupie, I am also in the Fashion Show some of my family will be there to see me strutting my stuff. I can hardly wait to seen how my two youngest grand-daughters do watching the show my oldest Grand-daughter and her boss will also be there plus Jerry and a couple of friends; so I am practicing my runway walk in spike heels any extra prayers would be appreciated I have not done spike heels in years, so far so good.
Well now I think I will join Jerry and Lilly they are already napping and the scent of the lilies is drifting into the house and the smell is delicious, I think I will join the nappers, so for now have a great day .
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Leaves of God Fall 2009
My seasons have flown by so fast
I can hardly remember the details of my budding
I bloomed far too early forced by natures call
The flower of my youth stolen
My spring lost
I could not hold my bloom
As fruit required all my time
That season of summer went so fast
Consumed by my fruit youth slipped away
Never to swing freely in the warm summers breeze
I held fast lest my fruit should fall
Hot summer days turn to chilly nights
My fruit now ripe hear falls call
They release to face their own unknown
I watch as they fall free
My branches lift from their weight
I stand-alone the crisp air begins to blow
Indian summer comes with new love
I bask in the crisp sun light
My beauty is seen and shared
With the bloom of crimson leaves
My golden years begin
Too soon, I see my skin begin to shrivel
Youths golden beauty slips into grey
My hold on the tree of life seems futile
The frost of winter comes so fast
I hold tight lest I fall
So many leaves are falling
I watch as they let go one by one
My winter is here my time has come
The cold ground awaits my fall
The snows of winter cover my memory
Yet the family tree still stands
Spring will come
New leaves will unfold
The seasons of life begins again