My Mother's Touch

My African Violet center piece on my kitchen table. There are two different plants in this container, as you can see the one is just starting to bud again. The plants were quite small when I brought them home and transplanted them. Wondering if I was going to have the same luck my Mother always had with Violets. I purchased them about 2 years ago when I was greatly feeling the loss of my Mother. African Violets were her favorite. She had several different varieties on display in her kitchen, where she had a small window above her sink with wood shelves on both sides of the window. It was the perfect lighting for the plants to thrive and gave a beautiful ambiance to the little carved out window shelf in her ever so humble kitchen...Since their existence in my humble kitchen, they have been the topic of many conversations. Friends wanting to give me their Violets to nurture. I have declined to accept more, only because when I chose to bring these into my home it was due to great longing for those days past with my Mother. And I truly believe she is the reason they are thriving and blooming continuously, her gentle hand touching them.

Early Morning Bliss.....

This is a Early Morning Picture today of the rising sunshine as it shines on my Morning Glories and Birdhouse. The Birdhouse was constructed by my son when he was 4 Years Old. My Dear and Sweet Uncle knew my son loved to build with "real" wood at an early age. He pre-cut the wood pieces and labeled them accordingly. My son with the help from his father, put the house together. It has become more of a "bee hive" than a Birdhouse...... But the sentimental feelings I have with this old and worn home, I will treasure it Forever!

I tried to capture the early morning Dew on the Morning Glories..

This is a small Piece of one of my Three Holly Bushes...This small cluster is a reminder that Fall is approaching and the Holidays are close behind.

Tribute To Congresswoman Tubbs Jones

This site will take you to a blog by a very good friend of Congresswoman Tubbs Jones.....

Slowly coming to an end...

As I'm sitting here doing work on the computer on this late Summer August day, I am reminded summer is slowing coming to an end. The Locus are buzzing non-stop as the cool and refreshing breeze coming in through my French Doors, is a gentle reminder Fall is just around the corner, as it takes hold of the Wind Chime creating the soothing sound I have come to expect and love....
I always become a bit sad this time year, to know the summer we have waited so patiently for has once again come and gone way too quickly. As I sit and reflect back on all the activities I was blessed to participate in and enjoy during the summer months, my mind is wondering into the cooler days of Fall and then the dreaded Winter.
I am looking forward to my Fall Schedule, heading South for a visit with my brother and his family, hopefully the trip will extend my Summer Mode.....

It's OK......

This morning I was listing to an interview on Good Morning America. Robin Roberts was interviewing Christian Applegate. You may remember her as the dizzy blond on, "Married With Children". (Loved that show). She currently is starring in, "Samantha Who?" The interview was on her recent decision to have a double mastectomy after being diagnosed with Breast Cancer. This has been a controversial issue recently among woman who have been diagnosed with Breast CA. Being in the Medical Field, whatever decision you make concerning your body IMO is your own personal decision. With that said, what I found to be most interesting in her words this early morning as the sun was creeping up from the East, casting a nice bright glare over my pool, her words spoken were, "It's OK to cry!"..... It was so refreshing to hear those words and how many times I have voiced those same words to friends and family members over the coarse of the past few years. I have even had to remind myself of the very same thing. I guess the reason for this to be so sensitive to me at this time in my life, may be due to the personal trials and tribulations l personally have experienced as I continue to grow in this world of Adulthood.....As a child your told, "don't cry" and "Stop your crying"...But you know what...It is OK to cry!! It took me a long time to figure this one out. When those tears start, let them flow. Wash your weary mind and drained body and soul of the sadness or disappointment your feeling. Because, It's OK...to cry!!

This is Pete, our 16 YO Yorkie. This past Friday he decided to have a Senior Moment at 5AM. His usual routine is to do his business at 5AM and then wait in the garage. For some unknown reason, Pete decided to have a change in his daily routine. When the door was opened to the garage, NO Pete! After waking up the neighborhood with lights and calling his name while clapping, a decision was made to search for him when the sun came up. I was in a frantic mode to say the least. I kept telling my self, he wasn't suppose to die away from home. And my thoughts took me to a place where I didn't want to go. him was laying down and giving up the fight. Pete has declined in health during the past three years. I thought I was losing him when he was showing symptoms of Kidney Failure three years ago. A decision had to be made what would be done if he continued on a downward spin. I swear, the guy has more lives than a cat. His health started to improve, only showing signs of increased cataracts and loss of hearing. But honestly, at his age thats pretty darn good, right??
As I sat pondering what my next decision would be in Pete's search and rescue, the phone rang at 6:30AM. A very nice man named, Brian asked to speak to my son, Jeremy. I was totally baffled by this early phone call, and asked who was calling. My answer was one of total relief and...I'm coming!! Yes, Brian was calling to inform my son he had his dog. There is something to be said to having the proper identification on your pets!
Pete had traveled down a very busy road about one mile from our home. I'm guessing he wondered away just a bit in the yard and with the heavy fog that he became confused and wasn't able to get his bearings. When I arrived at Pete's destination, I found him to be very confused and disoriented. Soaking wet and muddy. Pete was found in the Shrubs of Brian's Business this early summer morning. Brian had decided to do some weeding around the shrubs before starting his work day. Thank God for Weeds!!!
After several days of Jere's special hamburger and rice, Pete is back to his old self. He actually wanted to be lifted up on my bed last evening. Something he has not done or appeared to want to do in a very long time. Did I mention the joints and bones are getting old, too....
No more garage visits at 5AM. It's out side and getting right to business and back in to the house.

Here is a Picture of my newly planted Butter Fly Bush. I have been blessed with many Butterflies with this beautiful addition to my small and humble garden....

Welcome to K's Kronicles...

Well...after having several friends suggest I start my own blog, I have surrendered! If you stick around to read my postings, I wish for you to come away from my post with an open heart and positive spin...