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The Language of Flowers
The language of flowers, do you hear their message? Strong in gentleness, faithful in their offering of beauty. Giving without asking why or how. Flowers speak a language without…
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The Planter Box Princess
My Mother’s favorite garden pleasure is to plant flowers in objects that most people would call junk. She has a magic touch in her "green thumb." Take this rough wooden…
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Opposites Attract
Striking a balance was her idea to a long lasting relationship. He had placed a crown above her heart, claiming love. She was…
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La Fete National du 14 Juillet
Photo: A vintage French, bleu, blanc, et rouge, (blue, white and red,) ribbon that was tied to one of the banners that flew…
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Leap of Faith
Life isn’t fair. It is not always easy. Life continues, it doesn’t wait. It doesn’t ask you if you are happy, or is it good for you.…
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Day to Day
The small stitches that connect us together. One after another. Even if they are made from a simple…
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The Keys to Happiness
….really do unlock doors. Photo: The front door of my childhood home, where the keys hang on the outside of the door. Note: We arrived safely, thank you for your…
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Measuring Time
Isn't he the cutest little baby ever? I cannot wait to squeeze him, and kiss his little toes! We will leave today for California. We will drive to Nice, then…
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The French Connection
When France was occupied by the Nazis during World War II, they set up their headquarters in certain large often beautiful French homes throughout France. My Belle Mere's (Mother-in-Law's) parents'…
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What’s Your Name, Who’s Your Daddy?
The other day I was talking to my children,…
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