Little Valentine Blessing

Such a beautiful lil' princess...

All dressed up for the 'Season of Love'...

Our new valentine...

A true blessing of love!

Blessings

*****Yaya*****

Nautical...

Sandi, over at www.whistlestopcooking.blogspot.com ,

is doing another photo search, soo...

once again, I decided to play.

Today's theme is

'nautical'....

This photo is just a few blocks from our lil' island cottage.

This is our island fish camp.

Does it give you

spring fever?

I'm ready for some island time!!!

Blessings

*****Yaya*****

Season of Love

The Rose...

Flower of Love...

Today, Tomorrow and Always...

Soulmate...

My Heart...

You...

Together Forever...

You Make My Heart Smile...

Sentiments of Love...

Falling...

Thinking of You...

When We Meet Again...


In Paris...

Or Venice...

Music by the Moon...

Wine and Roses...

Only Us...

In some little European cafe...

It's the Little Things...

I Am Throughly Charmed...

Silly in Love...

Practice giving love instead of taking love...

If everyone gave love,

then the world would be filled with love...

And while we are giving love,

give a smile...

give gentleness...

give tenderness...

give kindness...

give hugs...

There is nothing more beautiful than tender, gentle sweetness,

wrapped in kindness...

Grace...

Beauty...

Love...

Giving...

Kindness...

Tenderness...

Sweetness...

Love...

Smiles...

And more LOVE...

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!

kisseskisseskisses

Blessings

*****Yaya*****

He Went to Paris

lookin for answers

To questions that bothered him so

He was impressive, young and aggressive

Savin the world on his own

But the warm summer breezes

The French wines and cheeses

Put his ambitions at bay

The summers and winters

Scattered like splinters

And four or five years slipped away

Then he went to England, played the piano

And married an actress named Kim

They had a fine life, she was a good wife

And bore him a young son named Jim

And all of the answers and all of the questions

Locked in his attic one day

cause he liked the quiet clean country livin

And twenty more years slipped away

Well the war took his baby, the bombs killed his lady

And left him with only one eye

His body was battered, his whole world was shattered

And all he could do was just cry

While the tears were a-fallin he was recallin

Answers he never found

So he hopped a freighter, skidded the ocean

And left England without a sound

Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pilins

And drinks his green label each day

Writing his memoirs, losin his hearin

Bur he don't care what most people say

Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion

If he likes you he'll smile and he'll say

Jimmy, some of its magic, and some of its tragic

But I had a good life all the way

And he went to Paris lookin for answers

To questions that bothers him so.

Lyrics by Jimmy Buffett

Parrot Heads in Paradise...

Tropical shirts...

Flip-flops...

Broadshorts...

Drinking a margarita...

Singing Jimmy Buffett songs.....

Eating at Lulu's!!!

Blessings

*****Yaya*****