Friday, May 8, 2015

Rose Petals and Night Crawlers...


 Every time I drive past this little old abandoned store in Bountiful, covered with sprawling climbing roses that have survived generations, I am taken back to a simpler, gentler time...



When my sister Jill and I were little girls, we were inseparable... we still are. Our summers were spent outdoors in an idyllic setting in rural Bountiful, Utah where our home sat amidst farmer Stringham's orchards and our close neighbor's homes next to ours. Our days were filled with simple country pleasures. We set up Koolaid stands, dreaming about how many Pixie Stix we would buy with all the money we made. Our not-so-well traveled country road was not really conducive to business, plus we got thirsty and drank most of the Koolaid ourselves (plus we gave Pepe our French poodle a cup or two), so our profits were slim to none. I put my imagination to work and determined we should sell night crawlers (despite the fact that we were nowhere near a fishing hole). I decided I would hold the flashlight and Jill would pull the worms as they came up out of the ground after dark. (Me being the older sister, I had the right of first refusal to pull the worms). Jill screamed when her first worm broke in half as she tried pulling it up out of the ground. I tried to convince her we could double our sales that way. But she was a smart cookie for a 6 year old, and that business venture folded too.

We concentrated on crafting treasures from our mother's gardens. We strung necklaces out of sweet clover and made marigold garlands to wear around our heads as crowns. We would gather fallen rose petals from mama's precious rose bushes and tie them up in bits of satin or net with silk ribbons from her sewing basket scraps, turning them into sweet-smelling rose sachets. We created our own "shabby chic" before shabby chic was cool...

We built secret hideaways in our backyard out of daddy's sawhorses, covered with one of mama's quilts, where we would sit for hours in the cool grass, daydreaming. Life was good. These were innocent times I will always treasure... I miss them... but wait, I see clover starting to come up in the grass outside my window, and with all of this rain there should be plenty of worms... better call Jill...

Perhaps you CAN go home again... Je t'aime my sweet little sister...

Monday, March 23, 2015

Of fairytales... and make~believe and happily~ever~afters...



I have always loved fairytales... make~believe...  happily~ever~afters... magical things...  flower~fairies...  little garden sprites... enchanted places... secret places...  letting my imagination run wild...  being totally a free spirit... and many of the things in our home reflect these never~ending loves of mine... for in my heart, I am still that ten year old little girl...  where it all began... 

 
So, of course, a fairy garden is a must for me...  with garden swings made out of leaves and twigs and vines... and lanterns fashioned from pretty blooms...


With enchanted fairy cottages with pretty pink doors.. and happy birdies everywhere...


And beautiful little turtles with purple petals on their shells... and pink and purple toadstools are a must...


And baby tears to hide amongst... and a teensie little garden path out of petite pebbles... polished and smooth... so as not to hurt tiny little bare fairy feets as they dance along them...


And miniature watering cans to sprinkle the garden with... angel kisses... and magical wishes... the flutter of fairy wings and mystical things...


And sweet little flower~fairies with garlands in their hair...


And fairy dust to add sparkle everywhere...  poof!...


A teensie birdbath for feathered friends... a peaceful... quiet... and calming place...


But you must believe... promise me you will always believe...     


I believe...  do you???...  xoxo...