I had been wanting to create a place to share my painted rocks with others and also offer the opportunity for others to place and share rocks they paint, so after several months of hoping, dreaming, planning and praying it came to fruition in a wonderful way and today it was completed! I am very happy with how it all turned out and feel blessed that it has already been noticed, used, and admired by many in my neighborhood. I am hoping now that it continues to grow and expand!
This summer I was blessed to get to know a few of my neighbor’s better.
It all happened because of a fallen tree in my backyard.
One windy stormy night last Spring a good sized evergreen in my yard was taken down by lightening or wind. Thankfully it fell away from the building and caused no harm.
A few days later a maintenance man cut the tree down and hauled it away leaving a big stump where it had been.
For many days I would gaze out my window at that stump, missing the tree and thinking something needed to take its place to brighten up the yard.
Since I am fond of rock gardens and painting inspirational rocks I decided to put some plants and rocks in around the stump.
My grandson helped me move a potted plant I had to sit on the stump. Then we planted some flowering ground cover perennials and seeds. Since the ground around the stump was so hard and root filled we couldn’t easily dig or plant much but we managed to get some flowers in. Then we put a few rocks around.
A few weeks later my granddaughter came over and we painted a bunch of inspirational rocks to put out.
Through all of this a few of my neighbors who I didn’t really know well were watching the progression and they came out to admire and ask if they could help. They added more unique beautiful items and one of them offered to water the plants daily.
Through all this the project grew and blossomed and we all became friends and now are sharing a common interest of beautifying our backyards to benefit us all.
Today was one of those lazy days for me. It was chilly, windy, rainy outside and that just made me want to stay inside, sit on the couch and draw or read.
I ended up doodling, on my phone, which I don’t often do, but found it quite enjoyable today.
Years ago when my grand-kids were all littles and the four of them we’re having breakfast at my house I invented a game to keep them focused while eating. We all loved to eat toast with jelly in the mornings so I asked them to each come up with a name for the shape of their toast after they took a bite or two out of it. We all came up with some amazing shapes of dogs, cats, people, etc that caused many laughs and memories. It got to be a fun tradition which they remember to this day even though they are all grown up.
So today as I was eating my toast and jelly for breakfast I tried it again just for fun and got a shape which I thought looked like a dog’s head.😊 I snapped a picture and ended up doodling it into a poodle, which I will be sharing with the grand-kids via phone message later today. 😊
You just never know what life will bring you each day!
Today even though it was stormy outside and I was disappointed with the weather because I had wanted to go to Free senior day at the local zoo but didn’t because of the rain, wind and cold, I had a fun day inside creating memories.
This poem was inspired by a note my Creative Writing Instructor emailed to me after I submitted my final portfolio to him for grading this semester.
He gave me a A as my final grade, plus said I had a gift for writing, was a very prolific writer, and was a great storyteller.
It was a blessing and encouragement to hear that, as he is not only an instructor, but also quite an accomplished and published writer himself.
No one has ever called me “prolific” before, except God did say: in Psalm 92:14 that “They shall still bear fruit in old age; They shall be fresh and flourishing,” (prolific means fruitful or abundant) and I have always believed upon that verse for myself.
So thank you God for blessing me with a prolific writing ability. I pray I can use it to bring You glory.
The other evening I was creating a collage using some torn paper and I wanted to title the balloon in the picture with the word “Happiness”. I did not want to write or print the word but hoped to find it in a magazine that I could cut out and paste in. I looked in magazine after magazine to no avail. The best thing I could find was the word “Happy”—no Happiness.
I decided then that I would just have to find some letters to cut and paste in order to make the word myself.
That is when the realization came to me that in life we often search and search for Happiness and never find it, because we really need to create it ourselves