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Quiet Reflection Sunday

The kiss of the sun for pardon, The song of the birds for mirth, One is nearer to God's heart in the garden Than anywhere else on earth.
Dorothy Frances Gurney

Gardeners Creed

1. I want it.
2. I want it all.
3. I want it now.
4. If it will not grow in my zone or is prohibitively expensive, I want it most of all.
5. I am perfectly willing to forego the necessities of life, such as food in order to have it.
6.I recognize my horticultural dependency.
7. I recognize your horticultural dependency.
8. I will freely and willingly aid and abet your dependency, as you will mine.
9.This makes us infinitely happy.
10. Any money saved by virtue of comparison shopping equals found money and therefore it is not counted as spending.
11. If everyone else has it, I must have it too.
12. If I have planted everything that I have already purchased, I must immediately buy more plants. At this point it is customary to recite your VISA number from memory.
Garden News, Gardeners of Cheney, Washington

Quiet Reflection Sunday

Write it on your heart that everyday is the best day in the year. Ralph Waldo Emerson

Angel Wings

Angel Wings

I made these angel wings for a challenge. My friend Deanna on Twitter @killerella is doing a challenge on her blog Check out her blog for all the other angel wings. They are wonderful!

I had old brocade curtains which I purchased at the Good Will years ago. They were the ugliest things. There was some sort of shiny finish on them. I brought them home and washed them in hot water. It took the finish off and the fabric was soft and pliable.
I took an 8and a half by 11 piece of paper folded it in half and drew one wing. Cut it out and had a lovely pair of wings.
I laid the fabric on two pieces of the brocade and cut the wings out, sewed around the edge leaving an opening for turning the wings. Stuffed them and hand sewed the opening.
I took a vintage earring, cut the back off and stitched it down to the wings.
I used some antique tatting for the hanging loop.
Some beading to the wings would have…

Quiet Reflection Sunday

Do you ask what the birds say? The sparrow, the dove, The linnet and thrush say, "I love and I love!" ...the lark is so brimful of gladness and love, The green fields below him, the blue sky above, That he sings, and he sings; and for ever sings he- "I love my Love, and my Loves loves me!"
Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Happy Valentines Day everyone!

Quiet Reflection Sunday

For man, as for flower and beast and bird, the supreme triumph is to be most vividly, most perfectly alive.
D.H. Lawrence