Garden Planning/Idea

Bet you might be wondering what all those bags of mulch are for?

I'm deliriously excited about my new project for my garden. I'm calling it the secret trail.

Below my garden flowers and landscaping are trees/vines and brush. Dh came up with the idea of making it a mountain walking trail since we live on the side of one, it sounded like a super very cool plan.

I still have a lot of cleaning up to do but can't wait to take walks on it with my puppy who loves to get out in the woods and be a dog. From start to finish it twists and winds until you come out at the other end of our property. I also made 2 different ways to enter it and 2 different ways to take it. How COOL is that!!! With a mountain view opening on one side!!

New Nickname??

Shea has been thinking of a new nickname lately and especially after I slipped and called her the old one (chickadee) and having her tell me to STOP calling her that! . She she found one and it's the name of a bird that comes in the morning. My guess is a dove and will try calling her "Little Dove" (Uncle Dean came up with the little part) until she wants a new one again. Sounds like a Cherokee Indians name Shea.....lol

Helping hands

It's been forever since I posted a scrap page. I had this one partially made for a long time. I just love this photo and what it represents especially for Shea at this time in her life. Help for what ever she needs from family is a very good thing indeed!

On another note I had a nickname picked out for Shea and thought she liked until a couple weeks ago she said (quite demanding) "STOP CALLING ME THAT! lol Now when we talk she wants to know if I found another one for her. Hmmm. I always had this idea that a nickname was a precious form of sentiment and affection. Something not to be discarded so easily. Apparently not for Shea, it's out with the old and in with the new.....lol ... like an old pair of shoes or handbag. I fear high maintenance is in her future..lol

Ok so she's entitled!! Alas, I acquiesce and bid adieu to our little "chickadee" (named for her becuase of her giggle) as I'm given the commission (mandate) to find something new. Still thinking on that one Shea.

Some things for me on the other hand, are a little harder to let go, so before I say goodbye to my "chickadee" name for you, I snuck one on this page for old time sake. ;)

Love this pout

This is Autumn my friend Jessica's little 2 year old.

Does she not have that pout think going on or what?? She's actually not pouting per se. Just a cute little expression that makes you want to pick her up and give her a big ole smooch!

Too adorable!

NicholeVan's Color Pop actions

Trying my hand at the colorpop outdoor actions from NicholeVPhotograpy I'm lovin the color saturation and control these actions give you. Boy am I gonna have FUN!

Thank you cards

One month today

The days go by slow and my Mom is never far from my thoughts.

The waves of emotion still strike. I wonder if I will ever heal from the loss. I'm beginning to think that, there is no such thing as getting over the pain of it all, maybe it might not hurt as often or as deep but I do know it will be with me the rest of my life. I miss her so much that sometimes it just doesn't seem real. I'm still in the mode of thinking she is still here, often times wandering around a store and thinking of the things she would like for my next package to send her. We shared gifts and goodies on a regular basis. I also think of picking up the phone to tell her what just happened with a quick realization of "she's gone, she's really gone". I miss her voice. Her laugh. Her indulging me with my ramblings on and on about something silly or absurd and having her actually sounding like she was enjoying them.

We shared so many funny stories over the phone....hers were generally about the grand kids or a neighbor, mine about my puppy or husband (the butt of most my jokes). Sometimes we laughed to the point of tears at how funny something was or what someone did. Mom was a practical joker with a real sense of humor. I somehow sense that this indelible loss marks a turning point in my life, one where life just doesn't have the same sweet flavor. It's like taking a sip of lemonade where the lemons to make it seem too bitter and tart.

I miss you Mom so very, very much!! You knew I would!