Capturing blue skies

It's been a bit soggy lately -- and, I've been missing the Prairie Blue Skies. 

Don't get me wrong, I've very thankful for the rain. After last year and our months and months of not a drop of rain - these past few days have been such a blessing. 

It's just that grey is not my favorite color and my eyes (and heart/soul) have been wishing for brighter colors in my day.  And, yesterday afternoon, between showers, I got my wish. 

Looking up from my desk around 3pm, I saw bits of blue sky peeking out of white clouds - no grey to be seen. All that color had me rushing outside with my camera (why, yes I do take my camera everywhere - doesn't everyone?). 

There I was standing outside our office building, camera pointing up and snapping pictures (it's a wonder I did not wind up on YouTube as that crazy lady taking sky/cloud pictures!)  I didn't care, the blue sky with all those puffy white clouds was beautiful and I needed to capture all that it in photo.  Just look  at that lovely shade of blue !

     

enough . . . .

may you have . . . .

enough happiness to keep you sweet,

enought trials to keep you strong,

enough sorrow to keep you human,

enough hope to keep you happy,

enough failure to keep you humble,

enough success to keep you eager,

enough wealth to meet your needs,

enough enthusiasm to look forward,

enough friends to give you comfort,

enough determination to make each day better than yesterday.

An Irish Blessing

Mama's got a new bag . . . .

The whole difference between construction and creation is this;

that a thing constructed can only be loved after it is constructed;

but a thing created is loved before it exists.                                                                                             

                                     Charles Dickens

. . .  and, I do love it !!

Notes:  New knitting bag:  18 x 21 inches

Fabric:  exterior (remnant found in clearance bin at Hobby Lobby - it called my name) 

 red-hot lining, black handles, yellow buttons (from Stash)

Big or small . . .

This week, with Spring rapidly approaching, I packed away all my flannel pants and matching fleece tops.,  While folding and packing -- I thought of how often I give thanks for the big things in my life - but, seem to take the small things for granted : 

- the clean blue skies here on the Prairie,

- the smell of coffee brewing in the morning, 

- my comfy flannels & how they helped keep me warm through cold winter months

- the sights of spring just outside my door (my daffodils are blooming !)

- and, of course, my comfy cottons that will carry me thru until the flannels come out again next fall. 

Starting today -- 

may I remember to be truly grateful for all the blessings in my life - big or small.

“Gratitude can transform common days into thanksgivings, turn routine jobs into joy,

and change ordinary opportunities into blessings.”

William Arthur Ward