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Yesterday we went on a day trip to the ocean to visit my daughter and her family who are having a short vacation on the beach.  I came across this darling little village community, Seabrook, on the Washington coast.   As we drove by, I noticed it, and exclaimed to my husband  to wait and  turn around!  Being the nice guy he is, he didn’t mind at all.  I instantly fell in love with this community. I took a few pictures thinking you would like to see this charming planned village by the sea.  I love the houses built around porches, and designed like old homes.

I fell in love with this arbor and we took pictures of it.  Mine has seen better days and has beaten by the wind, so I hope to copy the design of this one and have my husband build one that is similar.

I loved, loved, this view!  The main village is not on the ocean, but a short walk down the hill. This is the view from the neighborhood;  you can see why the houses are built high up.  And they are just so charming built that way as well.

   I went online yesterday and looked at the rates to rent a little house here. Not too bad at all!  I hope to come again and rent a house and just relax enjoying the ocean and the community.  The clouds were dark, the wind was high, but a day at the ocean enjoying family was the best.

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Yesterday my daughter and little granddaughters  came for a visit.  As soon as they pulled up, my daughter said Olivia exclaimed “Look at Meme’s flowers, oh I LOVE THEM!”  They were just poppies along the side of the house, their bright orange jumping out in contrast to the green.  I wondered if years from now Olivia will look at orange poppies and remember my garden.  Every time I see creeping phlox under a tree, I think of my grandmother’s garden and a rush of childhood memories comes back to me . I am glad for flowers that visit us ever season, bringing sweet memories of places we have been, and  loved ones that have passed on.

I am off work for eight glorious days. I am looking forward to slowing down and enjoying  long mornings in bed, getting my garden in order, and a few short road trips.  There is much joy in these late spring days. Flowers blooming, a few days off,  and finally being outside after a winter spent inside.   The last days of May are as full of promise as the orange poppies dancing in the breeze on a windy spring day.

Linking with Show and Tell Friday at My Romantic Home.

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I am thinking of lilac trees, that shook their purple plumes,

and when the sash was open, spread fragrance through the room.”Anna Stevens

The season only comes once a year, but it is one I look forward to every year…lilac season.  I have two bushes. This time of year I wonder why I don’t have them scattered throughout my entire backyard!  I look out the window and see the delicate purple blooms blowing in the wind, the spring rain gently falling on their leaves, and watch as they slowly open their flowers in the warm sunshine.  I pick bouquets and scatter them around my home filling the rooms with their fragrance.  I don’t think there is a season quite as lovely and sweet as when the lilacs bloom.


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The forget-me-not’s are blooming at The Old Parsonage now.   On each side of the stone walkway tiny delicate blue flowers are growing wild among the tulips.  Often I hear someone say they are a bothersome weed and tear them out.  (I always wonder at their appreciation of beauty, and silently question their taste!)  I let them spring up where they will and delight in each wild flower. When summer sun fades their blooms, then I pull them up; shaking them as I pull.  The seeds scatter and  I know I can look forward to another spring with delicate blue flowers covering my garden.

This year I have a new reason to adore this flower…our little granddaughter had her picture taken with them.  My daughter has a home photography business, and I think these are just about the sweetest pictures she has taken.  I’m not  partial of course! 🙂

Many years from now when the forget-me-not’s bloom, I will think of our Addie. Her eyes are the color of the flowers, her tiny hands studying and holding the petals, her little face as delicate as a blossom, and looking sweeter than a field of spring wildflowers.

Linking with Ann at A Holy Experience as we share one of the thousands of  sweet gifts straight from the Father’s heart.

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About 12 years ago, just after we built the picket fence, my husband built an arbor for me to grow roses over.   Soon I was researching antique climbing roses and decided on one called Cecile Brunner.  She was an old rose, with tiny pink roses that bloomed in spring.  I planted one on each side of the arbor and soon they met and begin to get thicker and thicker.  We trimmed her, and she would pop right back, healthy and beautiful.  Soon pink roses covered the arbor and in May she became a traffic stopper.  People would refer to our house as the one with the rose arbor and often we would see someone stop to take pictures.  We even had a television movie shot at our house when the roses bloomed.  OK… so maybe the movie wasn’t that great, but the roses and the house were lovely.   She made our home magical in May; like a story book cottage out of a fairy tale.

This winter was a strange one in the northwest.  Bitter cold days, non stop rain and wind, and the coldest April on record.  This May, Cecile Brunner not only didn’t bloom, but didn’t have one green leaf.  I had to finally admit it, we lost her this winter. Despite this being such a cold, rainy spring, it is still the season of life and hope.  I will plant again.

Linking with My Romantic Home this weekend as we share our stories, photos, the sweet things of life with each other.

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“The older we grow the more precious become the recollections of childhood’s days, especially our memories of mother.  Her love and care halo her memory with a brighter radiance,  for we have discovered that nowhere else in the world is such loving self-sacrifice to be found.”- Laura Ingalls Wilder

I adore this picture of my little granddaughter hugging her mother.  Her expression is sweet happiness in the love of her mother’s arms.  May we remember the love of our mother’s arms today; the happiness of being a child and knowing as long as mother is near, the world is a safe place.  I think one of the closest things to God’s love, is the radiant love of a mother.  Self-sacrificing, unconditional, all protecting…a mother’s love.

Wishing each of you a wonderful Mother’s Day, and linking with Spiritual Sunday this weekend.

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