If a tree falls in a forest…
This happened during the night, and Mr. and Mrs. Clueless continued to sleep soundly. I mean after all, it was only RIGHT OUTSIDE OUR WINDOW.
Our conversation this morning.
My husband, casually: “Did you see what happened to your tree?” (Somehow during the night I gained full ownership.)
And so it is a new day- a new world at my house and in my yard. I think that is one of the reasons why I love this place so much.
It is so IRREGULAR.
I love irregular.
Case in point.
Many,many years ago, when we lived in San Antonio, I went to do a little shopping at K Mart. I then heard the siren’s call.
“Attention K Mart shoppers.”
All of a sudden there was a blue light special and women began swarming a center aisle table of men’s, irregular, double knit pants in hunter green.
I grabbed a pair, paid the sale price , and headed home.
What was the irregularity? The zipper was an inch long.
Our house was certainly irregular when we bought it, my flower beds are loved but weeded irregularly, I preferred irregular students, and my favorite decorator fabric is at the back of the store, of the irregular variety.
My irregular tree splitting apart last night revealed the sun this morning.
God likes irregular too.
“Barn’s burnt down…
now I can see the moon.”
For me, life's greatest moments are found in the company of family,my grandsons, my three adult daughters, laughing friends, and in the simple things.
Throw in trips to the flea market and days when my zinnias are blooming, and I am in heaven.
White Spray Paint is an ode to my Mother , who taught me that just about everything in life looks better spray painted white.