Writing a Story

Sometimes it can be quite hard to write a story…I know. I feel like I’ve come to a stand still in inspiration. Oh well. I’ll catch more later. 🙂

International Tea Party

On June 5, 2010, my sisters and I…and my mom…hosted an International Tea Party here at the house. It was so much fun!

The girls dressed in Chinese, French, Russian, American, English…the list goes on.

Here we have East Indian: Sophia Williams and Mindy Roberts

French: Meghan Scott

This is the group together.

Mexico: Melody (My youngest sister)

 Me

We had fairy cakes, tea, petite fours, brownies, scones and duritos (we call them wagon wheels because that’s what they look like).

We did crafts and a game (which wasn’t very fun) and a skit. That part was great! It was a Jewish story.

I had so much fun helping to host this tea party and I can hardly wait until we do it again! 🙂

Thank the Lord for Friends

We Are Friends

Whether the day is good or bad,
Whether I’m feeling happy or sad,
If I have a need, you’ll comprehend;
You’ll be there to share and be a friend. 

Other people may fill my day,
But never in such an important way;
We support each other ‘round all life’s bends,
It feels so good that we are friends.

 By Karl Fuchs

This England

“This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall, Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands, This blessed plot, this earth,  this realm, this England.”   

                                                          ~William Shakespeare

A Gentle Whisper

 

The air is crisp and the grass is still shivering in the frost,

yet there is something whispering hope to the trees that are still bare. If you listen carefully, you can hear the gentle breeze say, “Live, my friend, for spring is near.” The trees quiver with a joy that is contagious, as the birds can testify, for the birds burst forth with a glorious song; chirping choruses of praise to their Maker above.

That gentle whisper coaxes forth new life from the earth that once looked so dead and wee sprouts come up from deep within, for things are stirring down below.

And that gentle whisper is calling, “Live!” to you and me.

On Another’s Sorrow by William Blake

Can I see another’s woe,

 And not be in sorrow too?

Can I see another’s grief,

And not seek for kind relief?

Can I see a falling tear,

And not feel my sorrow’s share?

Can a father see his child

Weep, nor be with sorrow filled?

Can a mother sit and hear

An infant groan, an infant fear?

No, no! never can it be!

Never, never can it be!

And can He who smiles on all

Hear the wren with sorrows small,

Hear the small bird’s grief and care,

 Hear the woes that infants bear —

And not sit beside the next,

Pouring pity in their breast,

And not sit the cradle near,

Weeping tear on infant’s tear?

And not sit both night and day,

Wiping all our tears away?

 Oh no! never can it be!

Never, never can it be!

He doth give his joy to all:

He becomes an infant small,

He becomes a man of woe,

He doth feel the sorrow too.

Think not thou canst sigh a sigh,

And thy Maker is not by:

Think not thou canst weep a tear,

And thy Maker is not year.

Oh He gives to us his joy,

That our grief He may destroy:

Till our grief is fled an gone

He doth sit by us and moan.

William Blake

Thoughts

Creaking of leather saddles, the soft breath of horses, mist in the morning….

Joy! Oh sweet bliss!

Soft fur, rain, thunder, lightning….

Glory!

Is there anything sweeter on this earth than my favorite things???

A Princess

I am.. she who has not yet grown up, who still plays “pretend” with the younger girls. I may be 18, but I still love to act like a younger girl with occasional dolls and a lot of dress-up.

I am…she who you would think came from a time machine…from the days of horse and buggy and she who is a princess at heart.

I am Princess Lydia…if even in my own mind.

Cooperation Please

Ok. I am creating a cover for my new story and I would like to put three girls on the front. So, if you would like to try out for it and see if your face will do. Here’s the rules:

Face and shoulders only

Side profile pics preferable

Minimal to no makeup

Wear an old fashioned blouse and use an old fashioned hairstyle (The story is set in the 1860s/70s)

Hairstyle must be curly (ringlets)

I would like mostly dark haired girls and one red head girl.

Thank you for your cooperation!

New Woodstove

Yesterday, we finished installing our new woodstove. It’s so nice now! We didn’t have any heat before and it got pretty cold here. Brrr! But now we’re nice and toasty warm! 🙂