Monday, August 3, 2015

Colorful Zinnias

A neighbor's yard is displaying a lovely stand of zinnias. I snapped these with my android (on which the colors are brilliant!) and the colors lost some vividness in the transfer, but I hope you'll still enjoy these ambassadors of summer and good cheer!

This one had a visitor. I like the tiny flowers within the flowers.

For since the creation of the world God's invisible qualities--his eternal power and divine nature--have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that people are without excuse.
Romans 1:20

Zinnias ... just another gift from God to brighten our days.

Hoping your days are bright indeed!
(Edited to add: Well, we just looked at this post on the other computer and the colors are much brighter, so maybe it's mostly my laptop???)

Thursday, July 30, 2015

Book Talk: Paris Letters

I feel as though I'm always the last one to read a popular book, but I'm going to share a little anyway.

If you see yourself as a dreamer, a romantic, or an artist, I think you will enjoy Paris Letters by Janice MacLeod. I certainly enjoyed it. I think I even loved it! And what's so wonderful is that it's a true story ... a memoir covering very recent years in MacLeod's life.

You get a lot in this book. She is an artist, and includes around twenty copies of her watercolors, the ones on the cover and endpapers being in color. She also includes in entirety the corresponding letter she wrote and sent to friends and subscribers on each painting. I loved the responses she shared as well.

First, however, you may very well identify with her job frustrations at the beginning of the book. I found it interesting to read how she escaped the rat race. At the end of the book she provides an itemized summary of what she did to save enough money to ultimately escape from the corporate world.

And then there's the romance. This is one great, sweet, love story, and I found myself rooting for Christophe early on "to get the girl." He had to work to reel her in, but he sounds like quite the catch himself.

From Paris Letters:

I thought I'd cry here on the bridge with all these insights pouring out of me. I used to cry every single day, usually about some boy, sometimes about pressure at work. There was always something to cry about. But now, I hadn't cried since that tiny two-minute episode when I said good-bye to Christophe at the airport in Paris. How unlike me. Or, perhaps, the crying version of me no longer existed. That was who I was before, not who I was on this bridge in Venice. Along the way, I replaced a bad habit of being upset with a good habit of being happy. Could it really be that simple?

Love the last two lines of that paragraph!

I thought I might be a little old to embrace this book, but I'm glad to know I wasn't.   :O)

Have a refreshing weekend,

Monday, July 20, 2015

Fits and Starts

Oh dear. It's getting so that I can't even think of post titles, let alone new and mildly interesting content.

Things continue on the same here, which is preferable and good. I admit to being fatigued sometimes because of keeping the craziest hours since the days of being the mother of a newborn (who will turn forty in six months!).

I should be making better use of my spare time at home, but I'm more often indulging in reading and watching Netflix and only occasionally doing something more constructive. Well, hopefully it's adding up even though done in fits and starts.

And I suppose if one keeps at those fits and starts, eventually one accomplishes what she has a mind to. Ah good. I don't feel so guilty now. Fits and starts to the rescue. :O)

And we all, who with unveiled faces contemplate the Lord's glory,
are being transformed into his image with ever-increasing glory,
which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit.
2 Corinthians 3:18

I hope you are having a scrumptious summertime. It's flying by, isn't it?!
Grateful for you,