These were taken indoors, behind our glass window. They were originally dark, so I had to edit them a bit. I was thrilled to see someone taking advantage of the birdbath..
Today we went to one of our favorite coffee shop’s for lunch. It is located in the town of Brownsville, Or. I was pleased to discover a charming little store next door, that has recently opened. The proprietor, Dana, gave me permission to take photos and of course I was thrilled.
Not 2 Shabbee is my kind of place.. A little mixture of this and that, with a lot of vintage charm and beautiful handmade items. Come along with me on this tour. It will only take a few minutes.
And just one more..
As you can see, Dana has a flair for decorating. It is so well put together. I sure hope you enjoyed the brief visit. I look forward to going back, when we are in the area. Thank you, Dana, for allowing me to browse with my camera. I wish you the best!
there’s a light at the end of the tunnel
i’ve been clearing the clutter away
it’s been such a painful experience
because the clutter wants to stay..
but this disease has got to go
it has been with me far too long
so it is time for clutter bug and i
to find something new to do
i already feel the freedom
and seeing a little light
as i say goodbye to clutter bug
because i want clutter out of my sight..
Where is your soul
in all of that hot air..
your speech is despicable
maybe you don’t care..
you speak often and rudely
to show you are tough..
that kind of behavior
tells me much..
about your character
and I am sorry to say..
there’s a lack of integrity
by the end of the day..
We live in a world in which we need to share responsibility. It’s easy to say, it’s not my child, not my community, not my world, not my problem. Then there are those who see the need and respond. I consider them my hero’s.
For the longest time, I have felt the need, to get serious about cleaning up some sloppy drawers and containers. They hold old letters, postcards and various other sentimental items. As, I rummaged through my postcards, I found this one that I purchased. Mr. Rogers reminds me of some of the kind people, that I have met in my lifetime. What stood out to me, about them, was their use of kind and encouraging words. As I look back, and reminisce about those that sent the postcards, letters or wrote the poems, I am truly thankful for those opportunities. Listening to and watching the drama unfold on television, at times, it reminds me of Twilight Zone. I was not a fan of the show and I would rather watch Andy Griffith, Lassie, Ozzie and Harriet, Ted Mack and the Amateur Hour, Queen for a Day etc. Some of you, may be able to relate. Now- a- days there is a war going with offensive, crude and rude words. I am concerned about what our children and grandchildren are hearing, and at times, I wonder if anyone cares. I do believe Mr. Rogers has already covered this subject.
When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, “Look for the helpers. You will find people who are helping.” F R