French la Vie

My Mother found these baby shoes at a second hand-shop. She tossed them to me saying, "For your blog." I smiled thinking she gets it, and found her gesture to…

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My Mother’s garden, welcomes us to spring forth. With teasing yellow for daisies; my Mom adds pink, orange, and violet blue objects like color charts for the flowers to take…

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The windmill waves goodbye as we fly over head. It shouts, "See you this summer!" We wave back and say, "Stand strong and bloom wildly." Photo: on the backroads with…

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                    My friend Shelley loves flow blue. She collects it passionately…even if it is cracked, or chipped or mix-n-match. Every piece is worthy in…

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The older Amaro boys, my four younger brothers and my Dad. Some of the younger Amaro boys (my nephews, plus my son Sacha, minus my Godchild and the newborn nephew.)

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                      There is an angel nearby. Sitting next to our thoughts and keeping beat with our hearts. Listen can you hear it calling…

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Engraving memories for tomorrow. Gathered together, one by one, to bloom each season. As time loses track… Memories will surface. Swirling a sense of happy-ever-after. Memories created today, will be…

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                        When you're surrounded by people who know you and who love you, it fills your days with gold, giving you room…

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                      Photo: The newly baptized baby, dressed in light and *vintage lace. *A French antique (1850-1880 thereof,) hand made baptismal gown and cape.

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