My left foot

I can't wait to get outside each morning. I just love the whole experience of wild growth that happens each Spring. Things grow so much from one day to the next and the plants are only too happy to oblige me. Something is always is bloom. They try real hard to keep my interest after the amazing show the Azaleas put on. They are crown stoppers. This morning I noticed the Honeysuckles Tim planted while he was on leave from Iraq. They didn't bloom the first year but they are now making our home entry not only smell good and look beautiful.but to get in, you have to brush them aside. Then our Jasmine is carpeting the backyard with beautiful white windmill flowers. The vines have traveled all the way up 2 trees, almost the full height. It goes way past out 2nd story. The trees are beautiful that way. God's timing is so tunes so there is something good just around the corner, delighting our senses..
Well, I have a problem. I think I have about 10 pairs of outside shoes. I think my shoe shelf is fairly well organized but apparently not. My dilemma is that I can never find the right shoe!  This morning I had 5 left flip flops all lined up in a row and I was looking all around to find at least one right flip flop.. I was so anxious to get outside as Bella was bouncing on the trampoline again as we had left the chair too close. She just loves to sneak up. Anyway, why is it that I subconsciously always misplace the right foot. Any theories? Maybe my feet smell differently and my dog likes the taste of my right shoe better? Maybe, considering Bella's naughtiness, I'd better look under the trampoline for the right ones.

At the Park

Fallingwater

This is my favorite structure ever. It is not only built over a waterfall in Pennsylvania but the inside is built and decorated in such a manner that it is so family friendly. Wright was a genius in his field. I just watched a documentary about his life and it was worth watching for sure. He led a colorful life and one of determination. He lived until he was 92 and did his most amazing works in his very last years. If you ever get a chance to study up on his life, it is fascinating.  I sure would love to see this house one day. Can you imagine living on top of a water fall?

Peach creek on a Spring Day

A day in my life.....keeping up with Teresa

I love walking in nature but it's just so hard around Houston. Stargazing isn't that much fun unless glowing orange is your favorite color and you like bright, noisy stars that move and land on a run way near by.
Anyway, we found a nature wilderness park not too far away and paid for a years membership. So far, it's great. We  have a unspoken goal of walking every inch of it.
It really is quite pretty and very cool. The trails are amazing but just so winding. Last time we went, just the day before yesterday, we got lost. It wasn't really all that bad as we could still hear the planes overhead but I had such a profound sense of being lost.  I think it caused me to get claustrophobic as the tree canopy was so dense. I had to really fight the panic for a bit. It was really quite silly but I realized how my life has gotten to the point that the way I live, contributed to my sense of panic.
Everything I am familiar with is about "control" and I was in a situation where I just didn't have control. I live a life of being informed about what's happening and being in charge somewhat. I had an appointment I was missing as well.
The creek was a comfort to me as I felt as long as we were near the creek, we had some sort of landmark. Besides that, the creek so aptly called Peach creek for it's beautiful clear peachy color, had a soothing effect. The color just felt safe.
The woods here can be a bit foreboding with the myriad of vines and they seem to move.We actually just walked past this big tree and were just a few feet away when if cracked in half and fell into the creek with quite a crescendo.  So, not only the vines move!
Anyway, I experienced a bit of pride when I realized we had covered 6 miles of trials (trails) that day. Next time, I am thinking we will do the creek by canoe instead. The trails are actually a small part of the park. It is truely a Texas wilderness park.

Just thots!

I watched Barabas yesterday. It was made when I was just a baby and lots of people weren't even born yet.It was based on a novel and the author won the Nobel Peace prize for it. At first I was watching it all critically as things have gotten to a point nowdays that movie watching is right there and so realistic that it invades your brain space in every way.
I stopped and started over again after I vowed to see it from an unartistic standpoint. It was great. I remember it touched my heart so deeply when I was a kid. His conversion experience was beautiful.

Also, in my rebellious moments, I also watch foreign films instead of the stereotypes coming out of Hollywood. A German film I watched was quite beautiful on the point of sacrifice.

A young  German soldier was sent to Siberia at the end of WWII. He was prisoner in a horrible freezing mining camp. The story follows his escape across 8,000 miles. The amazing thing was how he met people along the way that sacrificed their lives to help him get home. All the time he was pursued by the Commanding Officer from the prison. The ending is very interesting and had a lot of love in it. "As Far As My Feet Will Carry Me"
I am really amazed at how much is always happening all around us. God is working so incredibly in so many lives all at once. We see so little but our essence is such a series of  daily miracles.
With all my commentary, you may wonder if I do much but watch old and foreign movies. Well, keep guessing. It's an interesting thought!

Happy Birthday Violet!

Yes, it is another year! I have such fond memories of our time together when Mom and Dad were in Italy. Now, I just miss her so much.
Well, I look forward to pictures from you Nadia. You  and Justin are such good parents. I was thinking of how times have changed and our kids get so much more  time with their parents and so many cool opportunities. Big school days had their moments  and bright spots....true. Times change and we all get going in news grooves and they are good. I am so thankful my grandkids have such good parents. Hey, does that mean we did ok too?
" Somewhere in our youthful parenthood, we must have done something gooooood."