5 Things

lilly pad art

Five things that make me smile

1. Water lillies (because I don’t often see them and their beauty surprises me every time)

2. The movie Bottle Rocket (because I wish I had a yellow jumpsuit)

3. Irony (because in its truest form, it can be hugely entertaining)

4. Goldfinches (because they zip about in a chattering way and I wish I understood their language)

5. A passing Karmann Ghia (because someday I will learn to drive a stick)

A list

photo by Wolfgang Stearns
photo by Wolfgang Stearns


This list inspired by Susannah Conway’s post today:

Reading: The Time in Between by Maria Dueñas

Feeling: Glad to see the sun for two days in a row

Smelling: The tang of cut grass

Tasting: Blueberry coffee

Listening: John Gorka

Creating: New graphics for a client’s website

Wanting: More energy

Pondering: The book I’m reading (mentioned above) has brought back so many conversations of my childhood home. How does our past mold the people we become in the future?

And lastly, one of my own:
Remembering: A walk along the rim of the Grand Canyon after a storm

Value your talent

photo by Sylvia
photo by Sylvia

On a brilliant summer day in a beautiful and artful city, a gentleman walks along a red-bricked street. Passing a small boutique, his gaze is arrested by the most enchanting, exquisite bow made of satin ribbon. This bow would be a perfect addition to his daughter’s birthday gift. Elated at his luck in finding this intricate adornment, he walks into the small shop.

“How much is the bow in the window?” he inquires from the young man approaching.

“The bow is $50.00,” comes the reply.

“What?! I’m not going to pay $50.00 for a 10 cent ribbon!” shouts the man.

“Ah, no problem sir,” says the young clerk.

He moves toward the window and with one quick jerk of his hand and wrist grabs the satin bow and whips it once into the air. Immediately, the bow becomes undone. As he holds out the long, straight, gleaming ribbon to the gentleman, he says simply, “Now, you may have it for 10 cents.”

This story was passed on to me almost 30 years ago by my
beloved Commercial Art instructor, Ray Coia.

thoughts from the forest

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