Thursday, May 13, 2010

Remembering Knox

Of the four cats, he was the most timid. He would hang about on the back porch, under the table or a chair, waiting for a handout but would hiss and promptly scoot away when reached for. Recently he seemed to warm up to the idea of us. If I was working in the yard he would follow me around, always at a safe distance of course but it was an improvement. A month or so ago I was taking pictures of my daffodils when I snapped the above photo. Shortly after, he passed within arms reach but I didn’t try to touch him for fear he’d run away. We spent most of the morning together, which was rare. {Sept. 09 – Apr. 10}

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Oh Lily

You’ve arrived. Softly and quietly as you always do.

Friday, May 7, 2010

Flashback

Okay, so my last post prompted me to locate this photo. My memory served me well. The dress is blue, flowers adorn my hair, the shoes are MJ’s but the socks don’t quite reach the knees.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

{Crab} Apple Blossoms



This little tree brings back a few pleasant memories. It resides at my childhood home; an old white farmhouse perched on a hill overlooking the Grand River. Per my request, mom would snip blossoms from this tree and pin them in my hair. It made me happy. I remember a particular Mother/Daughter banquet we were attending with my Grandma; I was wearing a blue dress, knee highs with Mary Jane shoes, and of course, these sweet scented flowers were the finishing touch.

Monday, April 26, 2010

Tire Swing



“Take my picture Aunt Dana!” To which I replied, “Certainly.” :)

Friday, April 23, 2010

Flashback

In honor of my upcoming birthday, we’re going back thirty-three years. This photo was taken in front of my Grandparent’s house shortly after my baptism. Center stage is my Mom and Pop. Check out tall Paul’s pants. I love ‘em. What a hoot!



Just for kicks here’s one more. Awww….

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Monday, April 12, 2010

LC Weekend

On Friday we packed up the truck, picked up our friends and hit the road. Direction: North. A change of scenery + a rip-roarin’ campfire + a little target practice (all from the comfort of a lawn chair) = boat loads of fun.






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