Thoughts about family, music, gardening, decorating, and aging gracefully
Monday, July 28, 2008
I love taking pictures with my digital camera. This is a picture I took in April 08 of the pretty stream that runs through our town. The tree in the foreground is an Eastern redbud (Cercis canadensis).
This is the cat we adopted from the local shelter last February, when he was 10 months old. He is a big cat, hence the nickname, given by my sister: "bruiser." He is extremely playful and mischievous. He is so much fun to watch. We love him.
Today is my first attempt at a blog. I hope to share thoughts, plans, dreams, ideas with others who share the same interests. I would like very much to learn from and be inspired by others who are more creative than I am.
My blog is named after a song I wrote at least 15 years ago (and copyrighted). When I wrote it, I was working, living in a city, and longing to return to my valley between the mountains:
"Going home, going home,
Someday I'm going home
To the green rolling valley
I once left behind
Where the air's crisp and cool
and the people are kind
And it doesn't take money to
have peace of mind. . . ."
Now I am settled in this little town surrounded by mountain ridges. To me, it is the perfect place to live.
I am retired widow living in a little town in a beautiful valley between two mountain ranges. I share my home with my cat, known from time to time as "fatcat," bratcat," and "bruiser." I keep busy with volunteer activities, gardening, and playing music.
Many of the photos posted herein are either taken by me or are in my family archives. When others are used, their origins will be cited. Please do not use these photos or reprint these writings without my permission. Thank you.