A brilliantly-colored dark pink and purple fuchsia blossom You would think that by the time a person reaches my age, she would not be surprised by the passing of time, yet I find myself nearly constantly amazed that a certain amount of time has passed--whether that be a week, month, year, or couple of decades. Earlier this year, I planted a garden. Yesterday I harvested my first strawberry. Earlier this year, I also planted fuchsia starts, and now the flowers are blooming. How is that possible? (And why am I surprised?) Sometime around the turn of the century (and it still seems strange to use that phrase about the year 2000), we bought a circa 1935 dresser. It needed some TLC, but had a cool curvy front. This past week, I finally got around to applying some Restor-A-Finish and Feed-N-Wax, and now the dresser still looks old, but not dilapidated. I still need to apply some hide glue to some loose pieces, but I'm counting progress as a win. For as long as I can remember, I've be
Love this quote. Have a blessed Sunday Kristi!
ReplyDeleteYes indeed! I remember doing a Relief Society lesson about this a long time ago. I actually used the children's book "Because a Little Bug Went Ka-Choo!" by P.D. Eastman or Dr. Suess. I don't remember, but it's a cute story. If we only knew who is watching and learning from us.
ReplyDeleteI have experienced this and it was amazing....God only needs a willing spirit. blessings, marlene
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