Cutting the red roses was not an easy task. Their fullness, ripe and fragrant, climbing up, circling my son's bedroom window, gave an air of romance, made me dreamy, made me forget the neighbors next door, and with that, the idea…

  …Thank you for your generous loving response and messages. I appreciate them. For the time being I will repost some of my favorite memories/stories of Annie. My heart, as you can imagine is very heavy, so instead of writing…

      With great sadness, the words I do not want to type, nor say, My dear friend, Annie has passed away today. Thank you for loving Annie, and cheering her stories. Thank you for your prayers for her…

  In a scrapbook dating back before any of us were born, a collection of darling paperdolls of sort. Bookmarkers? No. But could have been. I didn't expect these in a religious book. Of course animals are holy creatures too.…

    After ten years the handmade cushions smell as fresh as the lavender fields that surround Provence. Francoise, an antique dealer in Isle sur la Sorgue made them using antique French toile de Jouy. I have several of them:…