Bloom

We built our house in our fruit orchard. We are surrounded by many trees. Trees that bloom at the signal of Spring. The apricot trees are the first to bloom. One by one the blossoms pop open until there are clusters and clusters of flowers, making it look like "popcorn popping on the apricot tree!" 

Rows and rows of trees. Rows and rows of blossoms... bringing to life the miracle of Spring.

Spring Love!

Peach trees have various colors of pink blossoms. The white meat peach produces the most brilliant pink blossoms.

Cherry trees line our driveway, showing off clusters of beautiful white flowers. 

If it gets below 28 degrees F., the blooms freeze. Sure sign of frost is brown petals. This year we lost all of our apricot  and plum crop. Most of our cherry crop and some of our peach crop. Sad. But on the up side... it will give our trees the must needed break from producing fruit after a hard summer with very little water. The fruit will be more than beautiful next year!

Bushes in the yard are the next to bloom. I love the creeping purple and pink flowers planted among the beds and rocks. They bring color and excitement to the landscape after winter's rest.

Flowers are my favorite kind of bloom. You've heard the phrase...

Bloom where you're planted!

 We can liken ourselves to potted plants. Either bloom or wither away where planted.

We all have different backgrounds, personalities, and set of circumstances that make us unique. Our lives can be full of vibrant color, joyful moments, and lasting memories if we choose to bloom where we are planted. Every time I look at a flower, a bloom, I am reminded of how beautiful my life is. Even amidst the rain and storms that come, I know the sun will shine once again and tomorrow will be a new day. Joseph B. Wirthlin penned a quote I like to live by..

Come what may and love it!

Yes... it is love. It's a positive attitude. It's looking at the glass half-full. It's a grateful heart.

Bloom where you are planted. and everything will be beautiful!

Writing prompt #4: Write a blog post inspired by the word: Blossom

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Remembrance Walk

Beautiful memories of my daughter inspire me to speak out, educate, help, and share her story...

Shaniel's Story

Her story ended tragically. Too soon. She was the victim of domestic violence. It was an

evil, selfish act. Her husband took her away from her children. Her family. All those who loved her. Shaniel did not die in vain. She left a legacy of love and beautiful memories of a life well lived. Her death has inspired us, her family, and so many more to stand up and advocate against domestic violence. 

A remembrance walk will be held in honor of Shaniel Donaldson on Saturday, April 25, in Price, Utah. It will start at 10:00 a.m. at the Price River Walkway. The walk is hosted by Miss Carbon County, Celeste Smith.

Shaniel was my daughter. My beautiful daughter! She was also a mother to four beautiful children, a sister, granddaughter, aunt, niece, friend, and nurse. She had so much to live for. She had so much more to do in life. I miss her every single day. I love her. All those who loved her and had the privilege of knowing her miss her. 

Domestic Violence is an evil sickness sweeping every community across the nation. It affects everyone. We need to become pro-active in spreading the harmful and often times fatal effects of domestic violence. We need to do our part in stopping behaviors of domestic violence. It must start in every home. Abusive tendencies and behaviors should not be tolerated in any way. 

To read more on this event click on the link below

http://www.castlecountryradio.com/Miss-Carbon-County-Hosts-Walk/21412420

In loving memory

Shaniel Kaye Donaldson (1980-2013)

Writing prompt #4: Write a blog post inspired by the word: inspired

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Quotography: cuckoo

"...a voice so thrilling ne'er was heard in spring-time from the

cuckoo-bird, breaking the silence..."   William Wadsworth

I've never hear a real cuckoo-bird, but I am reminded every single day what it sounds like when it sings. We have a cuckoo clock from the Black Forest of Germany, where the cuckoo-bird is prevalent. Every hour the cuckoo-bird comes out of it's door to sing the time. If I ever go back to Europe in the spring-time I will have to listen carefully for the song of the cuckoo-bird.

Easter

We have a tradition at our house on Easter. It's centered around the kids... from youngest to oldest! Everyone participates in this fun event. What do we do?

Roll colored Easter eggs down the hill.

The eggs are boiled, colored, and carefully placed in the grass filled wooden bowl. We sit them on the counter for all to admire while we eat dinner. Afterwards, we have an Easter egg hunt. Then, at the conclusion of the hunt, the kids get their colored eggs and roll them down the grassy hill in front of the house.

All fun and games... rolling, chasing... rolling, tumbling... 

Until... crash! It wasn't the bump on Emmy's behind that hurt. It was the egg that cracked!

Such a sad little face.

The last thing little Em expected was a broken egg. She went to big sister for sympathy. She told her sad, sad, story.

No promptings here! Big sister made it all better and traded her unbroken egg for the broken egg. What a joy to watch. I'd say that was the truest kind of sisterly love! 

All's well that end's well!

Writing prompt #2: Easter recap.

Writing prompt #4: Write a blog post inspired by the word: break

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Quotography: flowers

I have always loved daisies. They were my choice of flower for my wedding bouquet. I wanted their sunshiny beauty to grace my yard. And there is nothing quite so enjoyable as seeing wild daisies growing in a meadow! 

When I came across this quote it made me smile....

Said the other, little daisy, "I am very well content. To live simply in the meadow Where the sun and rain are sent; Where the bees all gather sweetness and the dew falls on my head, And the radiance of the moon light is all around me shed. The grass and clover blossoms admire my beauty all day long, As I listen to the   music of a bird's delightful song..." Gertrude Tooley Buckingham  

Oh... to be a daisy in a meadow, with no cares in the world! To soak up the sun and feel the rain on my face, to feel the gentle breeze and hear the buzz of a bee. To show off my beauty and have birds sing to me all day long.... I think I would like that right now! sigh....