I love the word BLOOM and all it encompasses. Whatever, our lot or
circumstances in life, we must, for our own sakes, BLOOM! In each stage of our life, we must show our colors and burst out into vibrancy.
I found these Better Homes and Gardens plates at Wal-Mart for a quarter; I bought ten :).
The rattan chargers were found at Wal-Mart for fifty cents.
Just BLOOM! One of my daughters had been working for two years to make a team. She recently tried out, with never a thought that she wouldn't make it, and didn't make the team. After the tears and disappointment, she too must bloom. Not in the direction she had dreamed of for two years, but in a different direction. And who knows, maybe a much better direction.....BLOOM!
I love the POP that the coral napkin rings bring to the table. I found them at K-Mart on clearance last summer.
My sister Jean is blooming. In February she lost her 17 year-old son Kevin.
In her grief, she began to write beautiful poetry about his life and the blessing
that he was to their family. She had never written poetry before.
Encouraged, she has also begun to write a series of children's stories, stories
that she used to tell her children when they were young. Tucked away in her
memory for such a time as this.
Some may ask, why blog? Well, blogging has helped me BLOOM a little. It has helped
me bring out my creative side that got a bit sidetracked. BLOOM! My son delights
in telling people that a year ago, before blogging, I didn't even know how to "cut and
paste" on the computer. BLOOM!
Have you read the book The Enchanted April by Elizabeth von Armin? It is a lovely book about
four very different women who rent a castle at San Salvatore on the shores in Italy.
The first time with the umbrella up this season.
If you haven't read the book, I would urge you to do so. One of the ladies, Mrs. Fisher, is an
elderly lady. While there at San Salvatore she begins to BLOOM.
"She knew the feeling because she has sometimes had it
in childhood in especially swift springs, when the
lilacs and syringas seemed to rush out into blossom
in a single night, but it was strange to have it again after over
fifty years. She would have liked to remark on the
sensation to some one, but she was ashamed. It was such an
absurd sensation at her age. Yet oftener and oftener, and
every day more and more, did Mrs. Fisher have a ridiculous
feeling as if she were presently going to burgeon....Dignity
demanded that she should have nothing to do with
fresh leaves at her age; and yet there it was-- the feeling that
presently, that any moment now, she might crop
out all green."
In the magic of San Salvatore all will be seduced to change and BLOOM!
Thank you for coming to my bloomin' table!
of the week is B for Bloom.