I bought these daisies two weeks ago today.
The water has been changed only twice, yet they're still making me smile. I don't even mind the slight droop of a few petals. To me they are beautiful, happy, giving their all to life while they have it.
Quite often it's the little things that make the deepest impact on my heart.
Like these daisies doing their darndest to give the best from their short lives.
I'd like to think my life is about making people smile, blooming because I can, giving my all to each precious God-gifted day. Sometimes those desires are achieved, but other times I'm more of a weeping willow bent over the river of life unable to lift a branch, or not particularly inspired to do so.
The rhythm of life, eh?
We have good days, we have slow days, we have challenging days, we have too-busy-to-breathe days. The key thing though, is that we HAVE days.
If we languish on the shore of weariness or complacency today, we can always rally and swim across to the other side tomorrow and lift our countenance.
Every morning offers a choice.
"Shall I be gloomy and self absorbed with woe today?"
"Shall I give thanks because I have this day and make the very most of it's yet to be seen delights?"
Today Aisha arrives on the plane from Sydney with 5 month old Austin.
Mr E has taken the day off work, and until that plane touches down late this afternoon we're taking it easy and simply enjoying the quiet hours at home alone. I know higher energy levels will be needed over the next four days and I'm going to be ready for them, because days with Aisha are few and far between so when she's here I don't want to be thinking about how much I'll miss her when she leaves. The days gifted to us are to be relished with pure and loving delight!
This mindset is a great improvement on how I viewed time with my children many years ago. Too many hours were wasted lamenting the 'end' and regretting the past, and not enough giving my all to what was before me in the here and now.
There are some ways I live in the past, though.
It's in memories of the joys from a childhood spent with Nana and Pop, their simple uncluttered lives and the things I remember them owning - like pretty china plates which Nan had had all her life, sturdy bakelite buttons sewn onto Pop's shirts and her aprons, flowers picked from her tiny front garden and displayed in water jugs on the battered kitchen table.
Last Sunday Mr E and I wandered a local vintage market and I had my pocket money on hand in case I found some treasures from the past.
Do you give yourself pocket money? We've been doing this for 25 years. As a child I never had any, so getting pocket money each fortnight as an adult became a wonderful treat for Mr E and I.
At $1 a card, these bakelite buttons came home with me...
...and my big (beautiful) purchase was this $12 Royal Doulton cake plate.
Mr E truly does not 'get' why I love this sort of thing, but nevertheless he is happy they make me happy and never objects to wandering markets with me nor my choice of purchase.
I'm sure once I bake a cake and fill that plate with slices he'll appreciate it more. :-)
I won't be blogging again until next Tuesday so I'll sign off today with these pics below.
This is another of my new patterns for the October issue of The Stitchery Club, "Sewing Tree"...
May your weekend be joyful, your Sabbath restful, and your heart refreshed in the days ahead.
Till next time,