tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10689978256618731102024-03-14T02:33:40.345-04:00It's all so newCarolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112noreply@blogger.comBlogger369125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-35621019637643470602023-06-03T15:12:00.000-04:002023-06-03T15:12:05.574-04:00It's been a long time since I posted and it will take me a little time to get back in the swing.<div>A lot has happened some good and some challenging.</div><div><br /></div><div>In 2020 I lost my husband of 34 years to lung disease. We had move a few years before to this beautiful home. Where I now live without him. In 2022 I lost my best four legged friend to cancer. This all sounds sad but in reality, I wouldn't have lived without the love and the pain. So now I've got you updated my dear blog. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWZ_nlZtmgd6ClHa3u3TnMYGgZEO_FNJayjJ-phWHNYdOTzM_m12hLKbXV8lttEXWka0ZZY8eKjaS9XnrR697Oh4EGu9ogE2H_iQC3QPDG5vddxAO9wEpUbpvTQ09tSo7nD_OARbDucggAa_zuC2YxiijSQ3VI1g7ncPTl0rY-IKvVAmtw0jIrMD2fGg/s1345/Sutter.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="923" data-original-width="1345" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWZ_nlZtmgd6ClHa3u3TnMYGgZEO_FNJayjJ-phWHNYdOTzM_m12hLKbXV8lttEXWka0ZZY8eKjaS9XnrR697Oh4EGu9ogE2H_iQC3QPDG5vddxAO9wEpUbpvTQ09tSo7nD_OARbDucggAa_zuC2YxiijSQ3VI1g7ncPTl0rY-IKvVAmtw0jIrMD2fGg/s320/Sutter.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div>Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-58631411422511678382013-12-27T11:09:00.001-05:002013-12-27T11:11:53.165-05:00An End of Another Year.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Here we are again, taking on a new year. What it brings is always a question that holds us in suspense. But what I am hoping is another year with the best man God could have given me. <br />
A man who has changes so much and helped me to change in ways that I cannot explain. <br />
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More peace has come our way in 2013, and excepted what we cannot change and change what<br />
we could. Our love for our family has grown with every visit and call we've made. It also helps<br />
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<em>May God Bless you and yours. </em><br />
<em><span style="color: #134f5c;">Carol</span></em><br />
<br />Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-37698644989552889782013-07-20T13:29:00.001-04:002013-07-20T13:29:40.352-04:00A Family BlessedI don't know why I was so blessed to have a great family. I wish everyone could have experienced the love and acceptance we felt. The six brothers and my sister didn't have everything we wanted but now we know that wasn't important. Dad and Mom's influence in value and love was enough for us. <br />
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As I spend time with each family member I realize I couldn't have dreamed this or written it in a fiction novel. Don't get me wrong, we are different in many ways, but what mom and dad gave us was the ability to accept the difference and look deep into each souls. It was the best gift ever, something money could never buy.<br />
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<em>God Bless those who travel through my little blog. </em><br />
<em><span style="color: #cc0000;">Carol</span></em>Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-5345588212754894792013-07-04T08:25:00.005-04:002013-07-04T08:25:52.767-04:00Happy Birthday America!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<em>As the rain falls and the world around me is quiet, it gives me time to think about the real meaning of the 4th of July</em>. </div>
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I enjoy the freedoms as our for fathers planned. As always the nation is in flux, that was part of the plan. Ideas come and ideas go with little fanfare. However, the great ideas grow and expand with great anticipation. We are a nation of many cultures making everything possible. <br />
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With respect to all, and a giving heart, America is still wonderful. This was all made possible for those who have fallen, injured and those who come home with the fight in their mind and heart. To those we give thanks. With the right to speak what we believe and to respect those we don't agree with is what our nation is built on. I remember my parents say..."We agree to disagree" this is a great way to accept those with different opinions. It's ok to disagree. <br />
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Again this is what our nation was built on. Keep your hearts open and mind active at all times. You are part of our nation, you are part of the success. <br />
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God bless you if you visit my little world.<br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;"><em>Carol</em></span>Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-21902948306419820402013-06-27T08:17:00.004-04:002013-06-27T08:17:46.851-04:00Who's idea was this?When looking at blueprints there is always an area you feel unsure about. Often we look over it, but when the house is built it sticks out. When we walked out the front door, this area gave us a chill. <br />
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Why didn't the just extend the deck, or maybe just build it up with soil. Oh well, it was ours now. They had planted a bush, however it never grew. We took out that bush and the ones in front of it. <br />
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What we decided to do is put in levels with plants that didn't need much attention. <br />
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This is what we started with it looked better without the bush and debris. <br />
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This is what we decided to do. The retaining wall material was taken from all parts of our yard. Didn't like the color but was usable for this wall.<br />
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We planted mongo in the back row. These need very little work and stay green all year round. Annuals in the front two rows. We will plant pansies and other winter plants to continue color all year round.<br />
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This was truely a problem area and we made it beautiful. This is what keeps you going. Turning something into something special. <br />
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I hoped you enjoyed the story<br />
God Bless those who travel through my little blog.<br />
<em><span style="color: #990000;">Carol</span></em><br />
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Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-41560864867804284122013-06-25T08:15:00.001-04:002013-06-25T08:15:17.761-04:00Don't fence me in...forget that.This is house looked a month ago. We finished the fencing and moved on to flowers. However, as you can see that's a picture for the next post. Nature makes changes so fast that it's hard to keep up with the change.<br />
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You've heard people say that they can sit on the porch and watching the grass grow. That's how fast plants grow with love and fertilizer. We are in love with every day and every change. Nature is wonderful and I thank God for giving me the life I live and the talents to make our world so colorful. Tomorrow I will show you a challenge we pondered over for a long time. <br />
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God Bless those who follow my little blog. <br />
<em><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Carol</span></em><br />
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Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-43948421780770219072013-06-24T10:13:00.002-04:002013-06-24T10:13:25.775-04:00The Bushes must go..When I heard the words...the bushes must go, I really had to swollow deep. Even though the bushes were overgrown, they were alive and green. But John has always known what he is doing, so I smile and said do it.<br />
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Two years ago we added a dog wood tree and a small retaining wall on the street with azalia bushes and roses. It was time to remove the bushes along the garage and porch. <br />
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When done I was surprised how beautiful the crape myrtle tree looked. It had been cut back, for a it's health. Now it was a huge assest to the house. This was going to be fun, yet a lot of work. This was how the house looked early winter.<br />
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Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-23354864877009419432013-06-23T12:40:00.000-04:002013-06-23T12:40:09.256-04:00Where we started.I will doing a little photo trilligy. We started working on the front yard this year. I mentioned it in my previous post. <br />
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When we bought the house in 2009 we saw it as a work in progress. As John said, "it has potental". And you know what, he was right I could see it too. John has been designing yards for all sorts of homes but in the foothills of South Carolina hid a new challange. What a hill. I kinda thought of the bates hotel. giggle, not really. <br />
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So here is the original look of the house. We started working on the back right a way, but realized that working in a neighbor hood had it's problems. We had to work fast and continuous so that everyone looking at our yard would not get tired of the look under construction. We loved what we had done in the back and learned so much about the environment we moved into. Will talk more about that as we go on. <br />
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Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-21527654745642053842013-06-20T09:38:00.002-04:002013-06-20T09:38:34.395-04:00You know you've been gone too long...when<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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I supposedly changed my password, and don't remember doing it. That really proves my lack of attention to my blog. The truth is my life has seen change. To most it's just life, to me it's blessings.</div>
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I started last year in August with Home Depot. Since than I have settled in and felt comfortable with my choices. I was not being misused or abused, by saying yes all the time. I think I have finally grown up. I love working and the people and events that happen with a job are less stressful than in the past. Love it. <br />
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I started to do more SEO on my Etsy site. Finding it enjoyable and time consuming. However, the work has payed off and more sales have come my way. Meeting great creative people as I travel through the other stores in this virtual shopping center. <br />
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Of course our work on our yard has been huge. We moved to the front yard and have pictures to show. I am still blessed with healthy family and friends. For today, I am showing a picture I took in the new garden. I hope you enjoy the beauty that God gives us in little things.<br />
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<em>Missed my blog journal a lot, it's good to be back. </em><br />
<span style="color: #274e13;"><em>Carol</em> </span><br />
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Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-85923320154597502602013-05-02T09:29:00.001-04:002013-05-02T09:29:06.777-04:00Spring into spring<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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As we start our spring thing, many in the country are continuing winter. May 2nd and there is still snow in many areas. It's hard for us that have moved to the South to get used to flowers in March and the fact that pansy's grow all winter and die back in the summer. We remember snow late and spring even later. But for those in the North, this is just depressing. Spring come soon to my friends and family in Minnesota. </div>
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Sincerely</div>
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Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-62654024046473474532013-04-16T09:38:00.000-04:002013-04-16T09:38:54.086-04:00We Hear Angels.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Today we need to pray for Boston, </div>
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Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-65788908224279027032013-03-16T09:22:00.001-04:002013-03-17T11:16:25.092-04:00Lent, I made it creative.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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So, I took a breath asking the soul what it needs? It's reply was to feed it well. I remember a story about an Indian Chief talking to a young boy, he told the boy that he had two wolves in his body, one evil and one good. The boy ask which one is stronger, the Chief said looked at the boy "the one I feed" I know the story is maybe not told as it was written but I know you get it. <br />
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Back to my plan. Then I will feed the good in me and not the bad. I decided to say thank you for two things that made each day good. That may seem easy, however, I can never repeat the blessing. I started to see things different when stepping outside my usual thought pattern. One day it was someone saying something wonderful that they may not have noticed. It was a talk with my sister-in-law, about family. They will never know what they did for me. However, I realized that it happens more than two times a day. And my soul has something to fight my mind with. I am blessed. <br />
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I will write soon again. Working hard to be a better person. <br />
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God Bless those who love one another.<br />
<em>Carol</em>Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-34370600890999392502013-03-13T13:22:00.004-04:002013-03-13T13:22:36.807-04:00Give the devil an inch...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Having a great creative buzz. This is amazing what happens when you decide life is good. <br />
God Bless all my friends and loving family.<br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;"><em>Carol</em></span>Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-85059027234737590202013-02-25T08:13:00.000-05:002013-02-25T08:13:03.916-05:00Good Morning Me.Today is another day, to make the changes I talked about in the last post. I must admit that it really started Lent. As a Catholic Lent to me is an adventure. When I was small I gave up candy or eating between meals. <br />
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But to set it up, did you know our soul is not some kind of element in our chest like our heart? It is in every segment of our body. From our nose to our toes. That the soul doesn't need the body, but the body needs the soul. This is way too cool. I realized that the soul controls the mind and guess what, the mind is not all powerful. I can work with this. <br />
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This journey is mine and not to teach anyone anything. I use my blog as my journal. It's all about me...giggle. I hope that me writing helps me to obtain a road to my first destination. <br />
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Again God bless those who follow my little blog.<br />
<em><span style="color: #bf9000;">Carol</span></em><br />
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Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-37040042399188494592013-02-24T09:44:00.004-05:002013-02-24T09:46:44.975-05:00As I change, my designs change.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Many of you have noticed and questioned my lack of posting in the last few months.</div>
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Well, I have struggled trying to find my path. Have you ever looked at a road map</div>
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and questioned how you were to get at your location. The truth is you have a destination. My question for me was, what's my destination. </div>
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I don't think I will have one destination, I believe my destinations will change and get more interesting, but I must start from here. I find designing to be this way, I often don't feel like I have a creative bone in my body. However, when I go into the studio, pick up any piece of paper, and let the creative juices take over, I come up with things new and exciting. </div>
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So I am taking my life in a simple direction and see where it leads. I am excited and a little nervous. It won't be noticeable to others, but will come from my soul, not the mind that often leads me to places a little dark. I hope you all wish me well. I will continue to post in hopes that someday I can read back on my journey and know, I was the one who took the first step. </div>
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God Bless those who follow me and my little blog. </div>
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<em><span style="color: #0b5394;">Carol</span></em></div>
Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-36142590964192479352013-02-14T09:15:00.002-05:002013-02-14T09:15:27.285-05:00Happy Valentine's Day<div style="text-align: center;">
To all my virtual friends. You are appreciated. Valentine's Day is not just for couples anymore.</div>
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Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-28899268859104389802013-01-27T15:07:00.000-05:002013-01-27T15:07:08.648-05:00This one is for you Minnesota.I will get right to it. Freezing rain and I had to use a scrapper for the first time in three years. What was going on here in South Carolina. Smile on family. Spring will be welcome with open arms. <br />
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God Bless all those travel through my little blog. <br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;"><em>Carol</em></span>Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-46817522726636852252013-01-24T08:43:00.003-05:002013-01-24T08:43:35.451-05:00Picture day....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I decided to try something else and think it's a little too cute. What do you think? Hummm<br />
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God Bless all who travel through my little site. <br />
<em>Carol</em>Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-72527111656601161512013-01-15T09:18:00.000-05:002013-01-16T09:50:56.333-05:00Sadness is it bad?<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I don't believe a journey is always where you go, what we say, and do. I think it's also how we feel and what we do with it.</div>
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Whether we are happy, sad, depressed or angry we must choose how to proceed forward. I haven't spent much with anger, and feel blessed for this.<br />
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Depression has darkened a very small amount of time in my 60 years. It's ability to eat away at rational thought is truly frightening. But I'm not here today to talk about something so serious and often all consuming for those in the depth of depression.<br />
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Sadness on the other hand is like the Grinch that sold Christmas. Instead of growing his heart three times it's size, with love, my heart feels as thought it weight is three times heavier. <br />
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Is feeling sadness bad? I don't believe it is. We are on a journey of good and evil. We need to feel and know that things around us are not right. That a wrong took place. It's not denial, it reality and that draws on our feeling. Just like our good times, we must grab it and own it. <br />
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When I accepted sadness, I could see others that were sad. It gave me the ability to reach out. To let them know they are not alone. I have reached out and in return been reached. Not with words but often with a true warm smile, and knowing I'm not alone. There is peace in knowing that. <br />
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How wonderful it is to see it as just another step in my journey through this life. To what I hope is more understanding, to see other's pain, warming just a small part of their day as they do mine.<br />
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To all that visit my little blog, step out, smile when you are sad and all around you will win. Maybe you will warm someones day. <br />
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God Bless <br />
<span style="color: #cc0000;">Carol</span><br />
<br />Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-62814360112676277992012-12-18T08:18:00.004-05:002012-12-18T08:18:36.757-05:00Warm Winter ThoughtsWinter in the South is a real change for a gal that spent most of her life in Minnesota. <br />
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This is our third winter and everyday is an experience worth having. We've only enjoyed one real snow fall. It was only three or four inches of snow that graced our warm southern soil. We knew it wouldn't last but we treated it as though it was a holiday. <br />
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Our community is ill equipped for snow removal and why should they, it only snowed once in the two full winters we have been here. <br />
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Children and parents alike pulled out the sled they store from year to year in hopes for just that, a sliding holiday. Also knowing that the road we drive on is turned into a sliding slop and will be safe for at least one day. <br />
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If the snow doesn't come we enjoy our gardens of winter plants and marvel at their growth. For example, Saturday two weeks ago, I worked in the garden at my Home Depot. Because it was 76 degrees, I sold more pansy's than the full week and in between I sold Christmas trees. At the end of each transaction I wished the person "Merry Christmas," as I peered into their eyes I saw a smile, they also knew the weather wasn't matching the season. But with a warm smile on their face Merry Christmas was their reply. <br />
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With every experience, I find a memory that will be mine. It's my gift to me.Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-12779156776404914252012-12-09T12:37:00.002-05:002012-12-09T12:37:38.829-05:00Advent equals Event<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I always loved the lighting of the Advent Candles. I thought of them as a candle calendar that would remind me of how much time I had left to get everything done leading to the big event...Christmas.<br />
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I made sure all was done before the fourth candle, which is light purple, was lit. I believed that the week before Christmas was for me. To watch Christmas movies and stay out of the last minute shoppers way. I believe that most don't have the Christmas spirit, how they treat others around them proves it. <br />
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Last Sunday as the first candle was proudly shining and Father Joe was finishing his Homily it hit me like a rock. It was as if I had never heard it before. Maybe it was the way it was said. I don't know but my ears and my heart was really open for the first time. <br />
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Every Advent we take the time to reflect. What you ask? If you died, or simpler if God came to see YOU, would you be ready? <br />
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Also, the Christmas season for Catholics start on Christmas day, while others are calling the holiday over we start it. I hope your family has tradition that warms your heart. Brings tears to your eyes when you think on the previous holiday. But most of all I hope you give Jesus a little time during your festivities. <br />
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For me I had better get to reflecting. I too have far to travel before He comes to see me. <br />
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God Bless all those who travel through my little blog. <br />
<em><span style="color: #674ea7;">Carol</span></em>Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-57110395913777922332012-12-04T08:55:00.003-05:002012-12-04T09:09:27.562-05:00Something so small.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I wanted to share it. It's not the person that sent it, she is always there to make me feel special .It was the card it's self. It was not only a hand crafted card, after looking at it and turning it over, I noticed it was made by my sister.<br />
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What a great day. <br />
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And thanks to Bossy Betty, for your post today. You warmed my heart.<br />
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God Bless to those traveling through my little blog.<br />
<em><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Carol</span></em>Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-36112623582066830182012-11-23T08:23:00.001-05:002012-11-23T08:23:03.657-05:00Thanksgiving Thoughts<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7md-XQ7Yqd4RwbiEYw7NKpizr-sQpvpZB_WWiE4pSg5MgwKwsE87P9pqX6dstPqU6loS9M4ChY9dJJM-eFkZNNERyFjdfd6eanS8VBFMR8PzN9JAWjpSQc3cPynLJQ1EMvNOmdW-TxqrJ/s1600/Thanksgiving+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7md-XQ7Yqd4RwbiEYw7NKpizr-sQpvpZB_WWiE4pSg5MgwKwsE87P9pqX6dstPqU6loS9M4ChY9dJJM-eFkZNNERyFjdfd6eanS8VBFMR8PzN9JAWjpSQc3cPynLJQ1EMvNOmdW-TxqrJ/s400/Thanksgiving+008.JPG" width="400" /></a>Thanksgiving is a day of thanks, did I do it justice, did I think of all those I love and friends I'm blessed to know? Did I wake up with praise on my lips to a God who give me peace when peace is so hard to find? </div>
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Would I find peace if I didn't believe in Him? And would I have continued to make bad choices that would have drawn me down in spirit, the big question is...would I be here today? <br />
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These questions travel through my thoughts as I lay warm in my bed surrounded by the breathing of my loving husband and Austin. I don't know all the answers but I know one thing, questioning what might have happened, is just like loosing sleep, not worth the time spent. <br />
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I have always had the ability to believe in God, as mom once said, you can question your religion but not your faith. I don't question either, I am at peace with my life. That doesn't mean my life is without struggle. It just mean that while I am here on earth, I will deal with what comes my way with understanding, not with anger and revenge. <br />
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I leave that up to people who see nothing left but to be angry. There are way too many here on earth making peace something not possible. I hope I am joined today in thanking the faithful, who smiles and makes every breathing moment just a little easier. <br />
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God Bless<br />
CarolCarolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09544156452126099112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1068997825661873110.post-88369481965513931522012-11-19T09:01:00.000-05:002012-11-19T09:01:33.138-05:00An Apple a Day.John and I have developed our own little serenity plan. Our trip to North Carolina and into the mountains supplies us with an outing that takes only a few hours. It also gives Austin time to hang his head out the window and learn the skills of staying on his paws securely planted on his platform while taking all the curves. This last trip to the mountains was to Sky Top Orchards, where even into November a wide variety of apples were there for our tasting and selecting.<br />
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As the sun shines through the windows of the car and we travel down the mountain with two big bags of apples, I realize how such a little trip can cure so many sad moments. I am blessed to have a husband that listens when I say I am sad, and comes up with something so relaxing. <br />
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God is good, and little things are given without fan fair. This is what I am thankful coming into the beautiful holiday of Thanksgiving. <br />
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<em><span style="color: red;">Carol</span></em><br />
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