Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Yard Clean Up

I have finally recovered from breaking my leg, last January. I am intent on cleaning up the overgrown flowers, and bushes. The front fountain pond, was in such a bad state. Even had frogs moving in. Now that's bad!!! I will not miss the frog concert every night!!! Funny how such a little creature, can be so loud. So here is a before, of the little pond,which was totally grown over,  and now after two weeks of progress!!!I have the fountain running again, and most of the overgrowth removed. More work to be done. Planting Flowers, and all the good stuff. I will try to post pics, as I progress further. Maybe in my own mind, sharing with you is my way, to keep myself motivated.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Humor for Handmade Artists

I just had to post this little bit of humor, on my blog for all to enjoy. I certainly did, when I read it.

A man and woman had been married for more than 60 years. They'd
Shared everything: they'd talked about everything, they'd kept no secrets from each other except that the little old woman had a shoe
box in the top of her closet that she'd cautioned her husband never to open or ask her about.

For all of those years he'd never thought about the box, but one day the little old woman got very sick and the doctor said she would not

In trying to sort out their affairs the little old man took down the shoe box and brought it to his wife's bedside.

She agreed that it was time that he should know what was in the box.
When he opened it, he found two crocheted dolls and a stack of money totaling $95,000.

He asked her about the contents. 'When we were to be married,' she
said, 'my grandmother told me the secret to a happy marriage was to never argue. 
She told me that if I ever got angry with you, I should just keep quiet and crochet a doll.'

The little old man was so moved; he had to fight back tears. Only two precious dolls were in the box. She had only been angry with him two
times in all those years of living and loving. He almost burst with happiness.

'Honey,' he said, 'that explains the doll, but what about all of this money?
Where did it come from?'

'Oh,' she said, 'that's the money I made from selling the dolls.'