Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Use What You Have...


An old urn,
and an old candle holder...



Cushions from an old wicker set no longer being used...
A table without a top.....a mirror placed on top, 
and covered with a thrift store cotton cloth...


A mesh canopy that was once used over a twin bed,
now covers a chaise lounge chair.


Rusty old urns filled with ground cover roses...


A lopsided silver plated, flea market candle holder on the table,
and another thrifted cloth.
An afternoon spent going through the storage shed,
rather than shopping.
Now for some thrifted wooden shutters on each side of the windows,
washed in a sea green...
And a good cleaning with the pressure washer to the deck floors and walls,
along with some yearly treatment/stain,
and the back deck will be ready for summer.
Cost?  Zero.

Start where you are.
Use what you have.
Do what you can.

Blessings,
Yaya

Thursday, May 7, 2015

Life as Art


Stopping the rush...
Stop.
Go outside with nature...
Listen to the birds...
Listen to the water fountain as  it trickles and splashes...
Soak up the sushine.
Be one with nature.
It is calming, and soul soothing...
Read...
Dream...
Pray...
Meditate...
Rest...
Life is short.  Do it now.
Get immersed in everyday loveliness...
I want to create a life I don't need a vacation from...
My future lies in my daily habits...
I take time to seek God...
Peace...Grace...Strength...Beauty...Nature...




"To make living itself an art, 
that is the goal."
~~Henry Miller~~

Blessings
Yaya

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Wash Day...


Once upon a time,
long ago,
there was a little girl who spent much time with her grandmother...
in the deep south...
Alabama...
The Heart of Dixie, and all things southern...
Clothes were hung on the line,
first thing in the morning...
with wooden clothes pins...
I can hear the flapping of the sheets in the southern breeze,
and bird song in the distant  tree branches...
The smell of pinto beans cooking...
Locked into my memory forever...
Wash day...


Soft cotton sheets,
Light weight cotton blankets filled with down...
And chenille bedspreads...
The scent of fresh spring air
filling the room,
and bed linens that smell like Heaven...
Locked into my mind forever...
Wash day...

Blessings,
Yaya

Monday, May 4, 2015

Spring Is In The Air


Windows are open...
Ceiling fans slowly turn...
Birds are singing...
Butterflies are fluttering...
Fresh flowers from the garden throughout the house...
Rustic French Country bread baking...



A collection of country cookbooks for this country girl...
What's for supper tonight?
Roasted organic vegetables and buttery lemon chicken...
Seasoned with Herbs de Provence...
Cold Chardonnay...
Fresh strawberries and cream...



The smell of fresh spring air in the countryside...
There is nothing like it...
And walking barefoot in the softest grass,
or on the smoothest old wooden floors...
There is nothing like it...
Water fountains are splashing,
 Spring is in the air...
It is here...
Spring time!
Bliss!

Blessings,
Yaya