Wednesday, June 10th, I taught the Institute class covering 3 Nephi 1-11 in the Book of Mormon. We covered the first 10 chapters looking at how quickly the people turned from being obedient, humble and righteous to prideful and wicked. We found good doctrine in the scriptures in these 10 chapters and discussed it.
Then we got to the 11th chapter. I asked the students to just listen while I read the first 17 verses of this chapter to them. Their instructions were to look and note things that touched them in these verses. Then, when I finished reading, they would teach me the things they felt and learned. It was a most tender experience.
The time frame for these verses is after the Atoning sacrifice of the Savior. There was great physical upheaval in the land of the Nephites at the time of the Savior's death. Cities were burned, sunk into the ocean, sunk into the land or raised up in mountains. The face of their land changed and they experienced three days of complete and total darkness. During this time they heard the voice of the Savior speak to them but they did not see him.
After the three days of darkness, the multitude gathered about the temple in the land of Bountiful. While they were there conversing about the things that had happened, about Jesus Christ, about the signs of his death given to them by prophets that had been fulfilled, they heard a voice. After the third time hearing this voice they understood it was Heavenly Father. They then saw a man descending out of the heavens. This was Jesus Christ. The multitude would fall to the earth when they knew who was with them. Jesus would let them feel the marks of the Atonement in his hands, feet and side one-by-one.
This is a very moving bit of scripture. After reading these 17 verses to the students, I asked them to share.
They were touched with Heavenly Father saying, "Behold my Beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased, in whom I have glorified my name--hear ye him." We talked about the very few time in the scriptures that we actually read of Heavenly Father speaking. We talked of how pleased he must have been with this Son and His willing sacrifice for all of Heavenly Father's children. Very tender moment.
Someone pointed out the use of the word 'light'. The Savior descends in white robes to stand among the people. He tells them He is 'the light and life of the world'. We talked about that being a perfect name for the Savior.
Finally we discussed the Savior allowing each individual person to actually feel the prints in his hands, feet and side. We talked about the way the scripture says, "...they did see with their eyes, and feel with their hands, and did know of a surety and did bear record..." The use of so many senses to have a sure knowledge of the one who is speaking and a confirmation of the Atonement done for each of them. The fact that our Savior loves and knows each of us 'individually' is just powerful.
The Spirit was very strong during this part of our lesson. It was one of those moments when you know exactly why you are spending hours preparing lessons. Those moments when you know and you know each of those young people knows that they are sons and daughters of a Heavenly Father that has a plan for them and loves them, that they have a Savior who willingly went through the Atonement as a perfect, sinless person so that we could repent and be forgiven, be resurrected having our spirit and our body reunited never to be separated again, and have that amazing enabling power of the Atonement help us to be more that we could ever be on our own. It was such a good experience and one I will treasure and want to remember and call upon when things just need a positive boost of energy.
Tuesday, June 16, 2015
Tuesday, June 9, 2015
Sweet Memory...
June 9th, today, would have been my Mother's 86th birthday. July 6th it will be three years since she passed away. Interesting phrase 'passed away'. I don't publicly mourn over her passing as some do on Facebook. It is a fact that we all live and, when it is time for Heavenly Father to take us home, we graduate (as Uncle Bob said about Aunt Gloria) to the next phase of our existence. I believe this. I have great comfort in knowing this. It gives me peace to my soul. So, this Blog entry is not a time of mourning but a time of celebration over a good life lived well.
I've had three nice experiences leading up to Mom's birthday.
First, last week, I awoke during the night and had the sweetest feeling. I felt my mother near. I did not see her in some kind of vision. But I could clearly picture her in my mind's eye. I made sure I was really awake and was sure that was the case. I remember distinctly thinking, please let this feeling last a little longer. It just felt so good to feel Mom's love so close again. It did last for a couple of minutes and then it was gone. I believe these are 'tender mercies' from our Heavenly Father. I could definitely feel the goodness of being close to her and knowing of her love. This is the second time that has happened at night to me. I would love to have that happen for Papa.
Second was Monday afternoon at Dr. Weckman's office. I took Papa in for his INR test. After we finish, Papa goes and sits in the lobby to give his back a rest. I stay and pay the co-pay before we leave. The lady taking the payment kept looking at me. She said, "You look so familiar to me. I'm sure I know you from somewhere." She didn't really look familiar to me. I told her I lived in Sadieville and asked if there might be a connection there. No, that wasn't it. I said, "Have you ever had dealings with Signature Health Care on Broadway?" Her eyes lit up and she said, "I worked there before." I told her my Mother lived there for 6 years before she passed. She asked my Mother's name. I told her it was Virginia Lawrence. She knew immediately who I was and remembered my Mother in great detail. She left working there before Mom's death. She did not know Mom had died. She kept saying, "I loved your mom. She was the sweetest lady." That is always and forever such a nice thing to hear. Mom had Alzheimer's. One would think that would not give one any personality. In Mom's case, she still seemed to retain her 'Southern' as Andie always said. She always looked at you with big brown eyes and had a smile. She stayed kind and gentle and lots of Alzheimer patients do not. So, the staff loved her. This nice lady remembered her and her sweet personality, even with Alzheimer's. Such a nice moment.
Today I picked up Papa and took him for a drive. I've felt concerned the flowers on Mom's grave might have blown away. It happens. I just wanted to say Happy Birthday to her. Papa didn't remember it was her birthday and was really happy for the reminding and the invite to get out for a drive. We wound our way through the countryside so he could be out and enjoy this beautiful earth. We finally found the cemetery and sat for a moment by Mom's grave. The flowers were still in place and still a bright pink and yellow mix. Papa was happy with the flowers. It was good to be there with Papa and remember Mom.
So, I've had a nice Happy Birthday Mimi experience. Happy 86th Birthday Mom. Hope you feel my love for you. Sure you are more aware than I can even realize. Love Ya Bunches!!
I've had three nice experiences leading up to Mom's birthday.
First, last week, I awoke during the night and had the sweetest feeling. I felt my mother near. I did not see her in some kind of vision. But I could clearly picture her in my mind's eye. I made sure I was really awake and was sure that was the case. I remember distinctly thinking, please let this feeling last a little longer. It just felt so good to feel Mom's love so close again. It did last for a couple of minutes and then it was gone. I believe these are 'tender mercies' from our Heavenly Father. I could definitely feel the goodness of being close to her and knowing of her love. This is the second time that has happened at night to me. I would love to have that happen for Papa.
Second was Monday afternoon at Dr. Weckman's office. I took Papa in for his INR test. After we finish, Papa goes and sits in the lobby to give his back a rest. I stay and pay the co-pay before we leave. The lady taking the payment kept looking at me. She said, "You look so familiar to me. I'm sure I know you from somewhere." She didn't really look familiar to me. I told her I lived in Sadieville and asked if there might be a connection there. No, that wasn't it. I said, "Have you ever had dealings with Signature Health Care on Broadway?" Her eyes lit up and she said, "I worked there before." I told her my Mother lived there for 6 years before she passed. She asked my Mother's name. I told her it was Virginia Lawrence. She knew immediately who I was and remembered my Mother in great detail. She left working there before Mom's death. She did not know Mom had died. She kept saying, "I loved your mom. She was the sweetest lady." That is always and forever such a nice thing to hear. Mom had Alzheimer's. One would think that would not give one any personality. In Mom's case, she still seemed to retain her 'Southern' as Andie always said. She always looked at you with big brown eyes and had a smile. She stayed kind and gentle and lots of Alzheimer patients do not. So, the staff loved her. This nice lady remembered her and her sweet personality, even with Alzheimer's. Such a nice moment.
Today I picked up Papa and took him for a drive. I've felt concerned the flowers on Mom's grave might have blown away. It happens. I just wanted to say Happy Birthday to her. Papa didn't remember it was her birthday and was really happy for the reminding and the invite to get out for a drive. We wound our way through the countryside so he could be out and enjoy this beautiful earth. We finally found the cemetery and sat for a moment by Mom's grave. The flowers were still in place and still a bright pink and yellow mix. Papa was happy with the flowers. It was good to be there with Papa and remember Mom.
So, I've had a nice Happy Birthday Mimi experience. Happy 86th Birthday Mom. Hope you feel my love for you. Sure you are more aware than I can even realize. Love Ya Bunches!!
Count Them...2!!
Sometimes the sun shines on your life. This last Friday Claude and I had a date. Then Saturday evening we just took ourselves on another date. That would be two...two...two dates in one week. (That is supposed to sound like the old Doublemint Gum commercial.)
Claude was given two tickets to the Friday evening to KET (Kentucky Entertainment Television) 27th Annual Summer Celebration Cruisin' with KET. What a L O N G title. We have never been to one of these.
Claude tried to get information about dress and other things so we would attend appropriately dressed and ready to participate in whatever the evening presented. He told me his understanding was it was 'festival casual'. What does that mean???? He said something about some people may be in costume. The impression was that we would be in a field on a farm. That was our understanding. I wore khaki slacks, a nice 3/4 length sleeve t-shirt and my newest sneakers. I was the only lady there in sneakers. Such is my life...
This was a fundraiser for KET. The tickets were purchased by Kentucky League of Cities (KLC) for a table. Claude is 1st Vice President and that is why we were offered the tickets.
It was sort of 'in a field'. The location was Donamire Farms. The MapQuest instructions to get there took us through beautiful bluegrass horse farms. These are just the prettiest drives down country lanes. Absolutely gorgeous drive. The entrance gate was large and imposing. The lane into the property was so pretty and came to the front of an enormous home. Simply gorgeous. Claude: "We could live here." Sandi: "I can't keep up with what we currently own. This would require a staff of help!"
The road curved through a farm with several enormous horse barns made of stone, not brick but stone, with huge wooden double doors. Horses live on the high end of life's scale in the Kentucky horse farms.
There was a race tract of dirt and another of sod. The lake on the property was acres of land. This is a piece of it. The owners home overlooked this area from the left side of this picture. Can't see the home but that is where it was located.
We continued to follow the lane on the property to a tent the size of a football field. Yep, we were in the field but in a tent. A ginormous tent. Valet parking was the order of the evening. We were in our bright yellow Jeep. When the driver got in to take our car he said, "This is the best car of the evening!"
Inside Claude presented our tickets and I started to take in our surroundings. Clearly this 'tent' stayed up all the time for all the events this 'farm' could hold. The driveway in front of the tent had a covered place for the valet to take your car. Fans were located in places along the walls and some sides of the tent were up for air flow. The sun was setting.
Claude and I were under the misconception that there would be a car show to enjoy. Well, as we drove the lane into the farm to the tent, there were amazing cars placed at each turn. That was the car show. We walked out of the tent to find the car show and found the next Lexus that Toyota will have coming off it's line this year. There was also a race car with the sides open to view the interior. That was it. Oh, except for the Rolls Royce looking car at check-in.
We wandered down to the end of the tent where the silent auction was held. This was a big part of the fund raising effort for the evening. We placed bids on an oil change and a CD and DVD of John Denver music. These were definitely low bid items and we were the first on the bid list so we were pretty sure we would not get these things, however, if we did, we would have been happy with both items. Someone must have bid higher than us as we never were notified to pay for anything.
Back to our table we went and found other KLC people sitting there. They were already eating so we got in the buffet line. Then we ate while we listened to the band playing some oldies but goodies music. The only problem was the music was so loud you couldn't carry on a conversation with others at the table. We all tried but we each gave up yelling at one another.
We stayed until 10pm and then went to get in line to have the valet retrieve our awesome vehicle. As he came up and walked me around to my door, I said, with a spring in my step and cheer in my voice, "We are the only car with a propeller!!" He got a good chuckle and I left happy we brought a little cheer to this nice man.
I have to say I would have totally been happy to just roam around this farm and take pictures in my sneakers!!!
Saturday my morning was full with attending the baptism of two of my Primary kids. Then I visited Papa for a while before heading back to Sadieville. Claude and I worked on things during the afternoon and then loaded up in the bright yellow Jeep and headed north to Florence, Kentucky. We would attend the Florence Freedom baseball game.
It was a beautiful evening. We got there about a half hour before we thought we would arrive so we sat in that lovely Jeep for a bit. We could hear the speaker inside the ball field and he seemed to be narrating some dog races. That seemed a bit odd. Then two people with huge dogs on leashes were walking them on the grounds around the parking lot. That seemed odd. Claude pulled out the tickets and, wonder-of-wonders, the only night we have found to enjoy just us at the ball park in two years was, ready for it...'Bark at the Park' night. That's right. People were bringing their dogs to the ball park.
Okay, lest you think I am not a lover of animals, I do like animals. However, dog breath over my shoulder or in my face while I'm trying to enjoy a night of fresh air is not my idea of great fun. I asked Claude what he paid for the tickets. He told me. We both felt it was little enough that, if we just couldn't take it, we would leave.
We entered the ball park wondering if the dog owners and dogs would have their own section to sit in. Not so my friend. There were water bowls for the dogs strategically placed through the stadium. There was dog product vendors lining the walls where there wasn't a food vendor. Yep, this was going to be a dog-gone good night.
We purchased our drinks before finding our seats. Then Claude could get us food without worrying about carrying drinks. We watched a couple of endings, then Claude got us burgers and him a hot dog. After the 5th inning we shared a funnel cake. There is something good about ball park food. It is really just plain stuff but it just taste better.
The people two rows in front of us had a dog. I think it was a boy dog. It was dressed in a t-shirt and a tutu. Later on, I understood why. One of the events was a contest for the 'best dressed dog'. This dog was to enter the competition. There were four dogs entered. My two favorites were these.
The one in the Florence Freedom ball uniform won. I was rooting for the one with a jockey on his back. This was the day of the Belmont Stakes. American Pharaoh won the Triple Crown and it was announced over the sound system at the ball park. It just seemed that was a very clever costume to me.
They always have interesting little bits of amusement throughout the game. Between innings or as the teams swap which team is in the field. My two favorites this time were the eyeball race and the underwear race.
The eyeball race was sponsored by an eye clinic and would have been their advertisement. Big plastic air filled eye balls were placed on three peoples heads and upper body. Each eyeball had a different color pupil: blue, brown, green. There was a little hole so the runners could see where they were running. They came in from center field and ran from 2nd base to home plate. Hysterical.
The underwear race was two enormous, and I do mean enormous, men's tidy whities. They had 6 boys, 3 on each team. One straddled the inside legs of the underwear. The other two boys were each inside a leg of the underwear. They were to run from 1st base to home plate. Whichever team got to home plate first was the winner. Reality was, the team that fell first knew they would lose. This didn't happen until they reached 3rd base. Lots of time for us to laugh and enjoy this unique race.
We made it all the way through the game, dogs and all. It was a great night to be able to be out in that fresh air and enjoy ball park food together.
Claude was given two tickets to the Friday evening to KET (Kentucky Entertainment Television) 27th Annual Summer Celebration Cruisin' with KET. What a L O N G title. We have never been to one of these.
Claude tried to get information about dress and other things so we would attend appropriately dressed and ready to participate in whatever the evening presented. He told me his understanding was it was 'festival casual'. What does that mean???? He said something about some people may be in costume. The impression was that we would be in a field on a farm. That was our understanding. I wore khaki slacks, a nice 3/4 length sleeve t-shirt and my newest sneakers. I was the only lady there in sneakers. Such is my life...
This was a fundraiser for KET. The tickets were purchased by Kentucky League of Cities (KLC) for a table. Claude is 1st Vice President and that is why we were offered the tickets.
It was sort of 'in a field'. The location was Donamire Farms. The MapQuest instructions to get there took us through beautiful bluegrass horse farms. These are just the prettiest drives down country lanes. Absolutely gorgeous drive. The entrance gate was large and imposing. The lane into the property was so pretty and came to the front of an enormous home. Simply gorgeous. Claude: "We could live here." Sandi: "I can't keep up with what we currently own. This would require a staff of help!"
The road curved through a farm with several enormous horse barns made of stone, not brick but stone, with huge wooden double doors. Horses live on the high end of life's scale in the Kentucky horse farms.
There was a race tract of dirt and another of sod. The lake on the property was acres of land. This is a piece of it. The owners home overlooked this area from the left side of this picture. Can't see the home but that is where it was located.
Inside Claude presented our tickets and I started to take in our surroundings. Clearly this 'tent' stayed up all the time for all the events this 'farm' could hold. The driveway in front of the tent had a covered place for the valet to take your car. Fans were located in places along the walls and some sides of the tent were up for air flow. The sun was setting.
Claude and I were under the misconception that there would be a car show to enjoy. Well, as we drove the lane into the farm to the tent, there were amazing cars placed at each turn. That was the car show. We walked out of the tent to find the car show and found the next Lexus that Toyota will have coming off it's line this year. There was also a race car with the sides open to view the interior. That was it. Oh, except for the Rolls Royce looking car at check-in.
We wandered down to the end of the tent where the silent auction was held. This was a big part of the fund raising effort for the evening. We placed bids on an oil change and a CD and DVD of John Denver music. These were definitely low bid items and we were the first on the bid list so we were pretty sure we would not get these things, however, if we did, we would have been happy with both items. Someone must have bid higher than us as we never were notified to pay for anything.
Back to our table we went and found other KLC people sitting there. They were already eating so we got in the buffet line. Then we ate while we listened to the band playing some oldies but goodies music. The only problem was the music was so loud you couldn't carry on a conversation with others at the table. We all tried but we each gave up yelling at one another.
We stayed until 10pm and then went to get in line to have the valet retrieve our awesome vehicle. As he came up and walked me around to my door, I said, with a spring in my step and cheer in my voice, "We are the only car with a propeller!!" He got a good chuckle and I left happy we brought a little cheer to this nice man.
I have to say I would have totally been happy to just roam around this farm and take pictures in my sneakers!!!
Saturday my morning was full with attending the baptism of two of my Primary kids. Then I visited Papa for a while before heading back to Sadieville. Claude and I worked on things during the afternoon and then loaded up in the bright yellow Jeep and headed north to Florence, Kentucky. We would attend the Florence Freedom baseball game.
It was a beautiful evening. We got there about a half hour before we thought we would arrive so we sat in that lovely Jeep for a bit. We could hear the speaker inside the ball field and he seemed to be narrating some dog races. That seemed a bit odd. Then two people with huge dogs on leashes were walking them on the grounds around the parking lot. That seemed odd. Claude pulled out the tickets and, wonder-of-wonders, the only night we have found to enjoy just us at the ball park in two years was, ready for it...'Bark at the Park' night. That's right. People were bringing their dogs to the ball park.
Okay, lest you think I am not a lover of animals, I do like animals. However, dog breath over my shoulder or in my face while I'm trying to enjoy a night of fresh air is not my idea of great fun. I asked Claude what he paid for the tickets. He told me. We both felt it was little enough that, if we just couldn't take it, we would leave.
We entered the ball park wondering if the dog owners and dogs would have their own section to sit in. Not so my friend. There were water bowls for the dogs strategically placed through the stadium. There was dog product vendors lining the walls where there wasn't a food vendor. Yep, this was going to be a dog-gone good night.
We purchased our drinks before finding our seats. Then Claude could get us food without worrying about carrying drinks. We watched a couple of endings, then Claude got us burgers and him a hot dog. After the 5th inning we shared a funnel cake. There is something good about ball park food. It is really just plain stuff but it just taste better.
The people two rows in front of us had a dog. I think it was a boy dog. It was dressed in a t-shirt and a tutu. Later on, I understood why. One of the events was a contest for the 'best dressed dog'. This dog was to enter the competition. There were four dogs entered. My two favorites were these.
They always have interesting little bits of amusement throughout the game. Between innings or as the teams swap which team is in the field. My two favorites this time were the eyeball race and the underwear race.
The eyeball race was sponsored by an eye clinic and would have been their advertisement. Big plastic air filled eye balls were placed on three peoples heads and upper body. Each eyeball had a different color pupil: blue, brown, green. There was a little hole so the runners could see where they were running. They came in from center field and ran from 2nd base to home plate. Hysterical.
The underwear race was two enormous, and I do mean enormous, men's tidy whities. They had 6 boys, 3 on each team. One straddled the inside legs of the underwear. The other two boys were each inside a leg of the underwear. They were to run from 1st base to home plate. Whichever team got to home plate first was the winner. Reality was, the team that fell first knew they would lose. This didn't happen until they reached 3rd base. Lots of time for us to laugh and enjoy this unique race.
We made it all the way through the game, dogs and all. It was a great night to be able to be out in that fresh air and enjoy ball park food together.
Friday, June 5, 2015
And Now We Have...
Monday, May 18th, I received a text from Katelyn, our oldest grandmonster. She wanted to know if Claude and I would both be home that day. I popped her a text back and told her we would not both be home until about 6:30pm. My curiosity was piqued. I was sure there was news of some kind in that text.
I went about my morning which included a stop in Walmart to buy groceries. I was looking at eggs mind you. Eggs!! My cell phone rang. I quickly answered it and it was Katelyn. My curiosity would now be satisfied.
Katelyn and her boy friend set up housekeeping last year. We were not happy about this choice. Wanted her to finish college and get married. Then she could live with Drew. She used her agency and chose otherwise.
Well, it seems she did two pregnancy tests on her own over the weekend and went to a doctor that morning. The doctor confirmed she was pregnant and due in January. Katelyn wanted to be sure Claude and I knew. She was wanting me to jump up and down and scream. Love this sweet grandmonster's heart. She knows our moral code and it is not to have a baby in this order. I assured her we loved her and we would love this baby, but we didn't like the order in which it was happening. She understands this. Mostly because she knows we do love her very much.
Then it hit me...Claude and I will be 'GREAT' grandparents when this happens. Maybe it's because I felt it would come after a wedding. But being a great grandparent suddenly seemed strange and amazing. I would need time to wrap my head around that title.
Katelyn and I talked a good while as I looked at those eggs!! Geez!!
I asked her what her favorite animal was. She said a bear followed by tigers. I told her I would look at a crochet pattern book I had and see if there was a bear or tiger afghan in it for her baby. She was happy.
Then I counseled her to call Claude quickly as he was in training all day and this would be his break time. She might could tell him then. She did that.
When I got home I found my crochet book and found a pattern for a bear afghan. No tigers. After taking a picture of the picture in the pattern book, I sent it to Katelyn in a text.
She loved it.
Then I told her we didn't have to stick with the color theme in the pattern book. We could make a white background and other colors for the dots. She immediately popped me a text asking if the background could be green. I assured her that was fine. Then I asked if she mean lime (neon) green. She sent back another text saying, "Yes. LOL." Katelyn loves that green as much as I love purple. Then she thought for a bit and asked if the bears could be white. I told her that would be great. I asked if she trusted me to find three complimentary colors for the dots. She said she did.
Saturday, May 30th, I was in Lexington and able to go to Hobby Lobby. I found the yarn for the afghan and purchased it. I took this picture of the colors in the store.
The afghan will have a green background with white bears. There will be orange, red and blue dots on a green background. The bow ties on the bears will be out of the variegated red, blue and orange yarn. Katelyn got the text of the colors and if very happy with them. She pronounced them 'awesome'.
So, I've made 4 of the motifs so far with these soon-to-be great grandmother hands. Isn't life grand??
I went about my morning which included a stop in Walmart to buy groceries. I was looking at eggs mind you. Eggs!! My cell phone rang. I quickly answered it and it was Katelyn. My curiosity would now be satisfied.
Katelyn and her boy friend set up housekeeping last year. We were not happy about this choice. Wanted her to finish college and get married. Then she could live with Drew. She used her agency and chose otherwise.
Well, it seems she did two pregnancy tests on her own over the weekend and went to a doctor that morning. The doctor confirmed she was pregnant and due in January. Katelyn wanted to be sure Claude and I knew. She was wanting me to jump up and down and scream. Love this sweet grandmonster's heart. She knows our moral code and it is not to have a baby in this order. I assured her we loved her and we would love this baby, but we didn't like the order in which it was happening. She understands this. Mostly because she knows we do love her very much.
Then it hit me...Claude and I will be 'GREAT' grandparents when this happens. Maybe it's because I felt it would come after a wedding. But being a great grandparent suddenly seemed strange and amazing. I would need time to wrap my head around that title.
Katelyn and I talked a good while as I looked at those eggs!! Geez!!
I asked her what her favorite animal was. She said a bear followed by tigers. I told her I would look at a crochet pattern book I had and see if there was a bear or tiger afghan in it for her baby. She was happy.
Then I counseled her to call Claude quickly as he was in training all day and this would be his break time. She might could tell him then. She did that.
When I got home I found my crochet book and found a pattern for a bear afghan. No tigers. After taking a picture of the picture in the pattern book, I sent it to Katelyn in a text.
Then I told her we didn't have to stick with the color theme in the pattern book. We could make a white background and other colors for the dots. She immediately popped me a text asking if the background could be green. I assured her that was fine. Then I asked if she mean lime (neon) green. She sent back another text saying, "Yes. LOL." Katelyn loves that green as much as I love purple. Then she thought for a bit and asked if the bears could be white. I told her that would be great. I asked if she trusted me to find three complimentary colors for the dots. She said she did.
Saturday, May 30th, I was in Lexington and able to go to Hobby Lobby. I found the yarn for the afghan and purchased it. I took this picture of the colors in the store.
So, I've made 4 of the motifs so far with these soon-to-be great grandmother hands. Isn't life grand??
Satsuma...
The other day while grocery shopping at Walmart, I found bags of little oranges and the bag said 'Satsuma'. I picked up a bag for eating enjoyment.
Everyday I have enjoyed two of these little gems. They are just yummy and I think of the old home place in the country, my mother's parents enjoying us little ones playing. So much goodness bundled in a juicy piece of fruit. I love the good moments in life.
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