4 dogs and a little baby

I have a turkey in the oven.
I am dog sitting this weekend while Beth, Joe and Keegan are camping. 
Today I am going to watch Benjamin and Hank while Becky and Scott go to the Eastern Market.
It is cloudy right now but hopefully the sun will come out blasting so I can do some work in the garden - with Benjamin and the dogs.
Later will be a modified turkey dinner with Becky and Scott after they help with some work around the house.
This is the beginning of my Memorial Day Weekend.  I hope you have a good week.  I'm liking mine.
♥

2-month old Benjamin

Hoya

a single, lovely, fragrant bloom   

                                                                  ♥

Question

What is the most amazing thing you have ever seen in your life?

Flea Markets, Antiques, Vintage

I have always loved old things.  Even as a very young child, I found comfort in vintage items.  I use to like the big old house my Busia lived in when they moved from Pennsylvania to Michigan.  There were all kinds of rooms, nooks and crannies, closets that had cloth coverings instead of doors, built-in cabinets, lots of wood and that old feel.  Very unlike the house that I grew up in, circa 1942.  A much newer home than Busia's.

When it came time to buy a house, I am happy to say that instead of the colonial we were having built, we found an old craftsman-style house - built in 1925.  A home built by a Mr. and Mrs. - who the street was named after.

I had already been collecting vintage items, going to flea markets, garage sales in old areas, etc.  Each item that caught my eye was special.  The feel of it, the smell of it - had a history....a story to tell.

Today as I was checking out one of my favorite blogs, its newest post had pictures from a flea market.  Of course, I got all excited knowing that outdoor flea market season is here.  It's a thrill - even when I don't find something that I can't live without, just looking is fun.

I was reminded that as I looked at picture after picture of the flea-market finds, what might appear as junk to some, was special to someone once upon a time - a piece of someone's life.  Something that was important once, now might sit on display for a long time before someone who can't live without it might come along and take it home with them.  And cherish it.  And the item will be happy and enjoy many years with their new owner.

I am a deep thinker; my loves are varied.  I know that 'going home again' is not an option, at least when speaking of going back to what we might feel was a better, happier time, but if we can create a comfy, happy existence with these old mementos where we spend our lives, it is worth visiting flea markets and roadside lawn sales on country roads in search of special items that will provide beauty, pleasure and nostalgia amidst the craziness of this new century.

Maybe I will venture out this weekend..............
♥

Happy Mother's Day ♥

I wish all the mothers, grandmothers,
mothers-to-be, those that dream of being a mother,

and any other category I missed, a beautiful day.

do you remember Queen for a Day?

this was by far one of my most favorite things to do -

sit in front of the tv and watch this show and dream....

dream of having the crown on my head, the robe covering me down to my toes,

the flowers.....and all the gifts

ahhhhhhhh

(it figures it went off the air before I could qualify!)

a yummy gift

from my (just retired) boss and his wife

mmmmmmmm....

Benjamin

April 30th