Happy St. Patricks Day :)

May you have warm words on a cool evening, a full moon on a dark night, and a smooth road all the way to your door.
-Irish Blessing-
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Flashback

Oh happy day. This Friday we're going way-way back. Recently I came across a long forgotten book of vintage postcards and inside was an unexpected handful of old photos. If this little girl is a relative, it’d be through my paternal grandparents. Unfortunately there are no dates or descriptions. All though I think it's fairly obvious I'm not related to the characters in the second photo.

Vivienne

Tragedy visited the Baker house this week. Our sweet little Vivienne left us under heartbreaking circumstances. Daily life will and has gone on, but is noticeably missing one of its bright spots. So long you little minx, you’ll always be remembered.

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Frosted Flakes

I was raised a pessimist, but since converting (little by little) to optimism, finding the up-side to life has been, at times, tricky. I’m sure you can imagine. I feel it’s getting easier though ‘cause this morning while waiting patiently for the windshield to deice, I was thinking how cool the sunrise looked through the frost. Then I got to wondering if it would make an interesting picture. I’m sure it’s rather obvious, but I picked up my camera, started snapping, and voila! There was no spitting or sputtering involved; promise. What I’m trying to say is, I was handed like what, half a lemon, and I managed to make a small amount of lemonade. You get the drift, I hope. Anyway, I don’t know if the photos are all that great, but today the transition from pessimist to optimist just seemed a little more effortless. Baby steps.

Coffee Break

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Boot Camp

Today Mr. Baker’s awkward plaster cast will be removed, along with the stitches, (Gross. I only like the word stitches when it refers to knitting, crocheting or some other type of handiwork) and replaced with a light-weight boot. With phase one complete (surgery and plaster cast) we can move on with phase two (the boot) and will be spending the next few months in “boot camp.” I’ll let you know when we get to phase three (therapy). Ouch. :(

March On!

I’m not even going to let myself think spring thoughts. I can’t, not yet. A generous amount of white stuff still covers the yard and neighboring fields, and I’m very certain our winter paraphernalia such as skis, scarves, mittens, and hats, will get more use. However, today the snowflake-covered mugs will slip quietly to the back of the cupboard and begin their seasonal hibernation. Anything that thrives in frigid temps will slowly, one-by-one, get tucked away. The days are getting longer. The urge to refresh and organize gets stronger. The sun shines more often. The birds are singing and sound happy. Seed catalogs arrive weekly, and who knows, maybe, just maybe, I’ll let myself take a sneak-peek. Shhh, don’t tell.