May 11, 2024 a thought for today, Life is the source of all things. Japanese Proverb

One of the photo-a-day uploads for May 10th was “mirror”. I had to act like a pretzel to take this photo so that I wouldn’t be getting my own reflection in this shot

The second shot for yesterday was “at the zoo”. I don’t get to the zoo much anymore so this is one of the images I found in my archives. It looks like he is taking a nap with his room made peeking around him. 

The third photo-a-day for yesterday was “new”. This flower is just beginning to come into its own for this season. It is from a lavender bush that has been in the “garden” for several years now. 

This is one of the four days a month that I have a fourth photo-a-day upload.
This one for the 10th was “clock”. This clock was given to me when I retired from the Federal Court System. The inscription that was included at the bottom of the case has long since disappeared. 

Life today. I set my alarm for 5:00 this morning. I don’t think I have been up this early in ..... oh....so many years ..... maybe thirty or so....hummm.

Lowell was taking a trailer load of house hold possessions, furniture, plants and toys, for Jessie and Matt to their new house in Zanesville Ohio. I wanted to ride along just to be with him for a while and to see the new house as well and bond a little with some of Jessie’s family that would be there to help unload. 

The first upload for today is “old”. If you have seen some of my most recent blogs you will have seen this particular peony twice before. The first was when I needed a fresh flower. All I had at the time was this beauty when it was just an unopen bud. For that shot I forced it to begin to open. I put it in warm water, then very gently slipped three of four of the petal open. The time in the blog it was more fully open. This time “she” is about to give up, with her job complete. 

Jess and Matt's new house is beautiful. It is old and stately and sturdy.  The kind I like. It had lots of rooms, each interesting. There is old style wall paper in several of the rooms. I like that feel, warm and inviting. Maybe a little more on the walls than is in style for this generation but still invites thinking of a warm time gone by. There are so many trees almost like a teeny tiny forest on the property. The back yard is almost all a hill slanting upward and trees. The neighborhood is well spaced and seems friendly and welcoming.

I placed my curbside pickup grocery list yesterday and moved my pickup time from ten to twelve o’clock. That way I planned for some time when we get back from the trip. 

Back in Columbus, the postal service was picking up canned goods in a food drive this morning. So when we left Lowell put the bag I was giving on the edge of the porch. While we were gone it rained. When we got home the bag was gone. I am wondering if all the cans fell out of a wet bag when they picked it up. 

I guess the rain is done for the day, maybe for the weekend. The sun is out now. The temperature is going up some, maybe I can take the sweatshirt off soon. 

The next upload for today is “cups”. I thought that was a bit of an unusual “assignment” but, hey, what the heck. I pulled some of the cups from my cupboard and here they are. 

The word is deny.  Those who deny freedom to others deserve it not for themselves; and under the rule of a just God, cannot long retain it. Abraham Lincoln.  There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything. Lord Byron.  What law, what reason can deny that gift so sweet, so natural that God has given a stream, a fish, a beast, a bird? Pedro Calderon de la Barca.  Hold firmly that our faith is identical with that of the ancients. Deny this, and you dissolve the unity of the Church. Thomas Aquinas.  I never deny. I never contradict. I sometimes forget. Benjamin Disraeli.  It is kindness to immediately refuse what you intend to deny. Publilius Syrus.  To deny the freedom of the will is to make morality impossible. James Anthony Froude.  If your Nerve, deny you - Go above your Nerve. Emily Dickinson.  No man who knows aught, can be so stupid to deny that all men naturally were born free. John Milton.  Words can fertilize space now and then; don't deny yourself becoming enriched. Rumi.  We resent all criticism which denies us anything that lies in our line of advance. Ralph Waldo Emerson. The more a man denies himself, the more shall he obtain from God. Horace.  All sects seem to me to be right in what they assert, and wrong in what they deny. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.  How natural it is to destroy what we cannot possess, to deny what we do not understand, and to insult what we envy! Honore de Balzac.  We cannot and must not get rid of nor deny our characteristics. But we can give them shape and direction. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.  Break up the institution of the family, deny the inviolability of its relations, and in a little while there would not be any humanity. Edwin Hubbel Chapin.

The last upload for my four photo groups for today is “rain”. I was “on the road” earlier today and it rained while I was away. I didn’t have the opportunity to shoot a photo then. When I got home, the sun was full out so it was another trip to my archives.   

Article:  Here’s another one on the light side and with a message of generosity. It is a story about a woman who received a mysterious gift. Early in the article the author is telling about a pair of floral-bib overalls that she had seen and been admiring on line for some time. She explained why she admired them in length. Like how they were too expensive for her as she was normally a thrift store shopper.  The company not only makes overalls for strong women whose jobs require strength and bravado but have money to afford them.  While on line she found a pair that were for gardening ladies, they have flowers and gnomes “all over them”. She went on to say that “Facebook already knows all this about me and baited me with an ad one afternoon.” She jokingly posted a message that mentioned she had dreams of being a model and if she would be paid to wear them for that purpose she would be “set for life.” After that she later received an email that said “Bill” had sent an e-gift card in the exact amount of the overalls. She called her dad who was named Bill to thank him. He didn’t understand, he hadn’t sent the card. She rechecked her email and found an email address to respond to. She sent a thank you email. In the message she said she feels so strongly about the overalls and the pattern on them reminded her of a very special friend who had a pair and had passed on recently. She purchased the overalls and wore them proudly while showing them off. She says that the generosity of someone named “Bill” who sent her the money to buy the gift she herself felt more generous. Ending the story she said if you are looking for someone who could use a kind word or a cup of coffee this is your reminder to be like “Bill”. The writer never mentioned who “Bill” was it was a mystery giver who used the  pseudonym “Bill”.

I think will have the left over sloppy joe for dinner.

Joy

                 not a trash receptacle but....oh well....