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“It is the HEART that makes a man rich. He is rich according to what he is, not according to what he has.” Henry Ward Beecher

Photo of  heart found in a pattern of snow on our patio bricks.

February 13, 2010


Back a few weeks ago when the acorns first began to fall, my husband and son found this perfect one and brought it in to show me.  I began to play around with my camera to see if I might capture a bit of its beauty and perfection.  Well, perhaps I didn’t get the photo that I was looking for, but when I examined this shot and noticed the shadow, it immediately gave me comfort.

Much like the way the shadow is larger than life for the acorn, I know that God is ever-present and larger than can be imagined!   afs


“Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones; and when you have laboriously accomplished your daily task, go to sleep in peace.  God is awake.”     ~Victor Hugo





Create in me a pure heart, o God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me.               ~Psalm 51:10


Accept differences   Be kind   Count your blessings   Dream   Express thanks   Forgive   Give freely   Harm no one   Imagine more   Jettison anger   Keep confidences   Love truly   Master something   Nurture hope   Open your mind   Pack lightly   Quell rumors   Reciprocate   Seek wisdom   Touch hearts   Understand   Value truth   Win graciously   Xeriscape   Yearn for peace   Zealously support a worthy cause



The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions…the little soon-forgotten charities of a kiss, a smile, a kind-look, a heartfelt compliment in the disguise of a playful raillery, and the countless other infinitessimals of pleasurable thoughts and genial feeling.  ~Samuel Taylor Coleridge

I searched for a poem using the keyword “petals” to post with this flower photo today.  The one posted below that I stumbled over is really great.  Each time I read it, I gain a little more insight into it’s meaning.  Read it now, more than once even, then come back later and read it again.  I think you’ll like it too.  Feel free to share your thoughts on what you think the author was thinking when she wrote this lovely poem.  

The photo is of course a lovely fat peony, full of pretty pink petals.  I shot it earlier this spring.   afs


Life is a stream
On which we strew
Petal by petal the flower of our heart;
The end lost in dream,
They float past our view,
We only watch their glad, early start.
Freighted with hope,
Crimsoned with joy,
We scatter the leaves of our opening rose;
Their widening scope,
Their distant employ,
We never shall know. And the stream as it flows
Sweeps them away,
Each one is gone
Ever beyond into infinite ways.
We alone stay
While years hurry on,
The flower fared forth, though its fragrance still stays.
              ~ Amy Lowell


I try to be careful about posting too many of the same type of photo too closely together, but I do love flowers.  And it’s Spring!  How can you not take pictures of flowers?  So while I will continue to pepper my posts with plenty of “eclectica”, know that there will likely always be plenty of florals too.   afs

p.s.  Perhaps some thoughtful husbands may consider gifting their wives today with a lovely bouquet.  <ahem> 😉

A flower’s appeal is in its contradictions – so delicate in form yet strong in fragrance, so small in size yet big in beauty, so short in life yet long on effect.  ~Adabella Radici

If you’ve never been thrilled to the very edges of your soul by a flower in spring bloom, maybe your soul has never been in bloom.  ~Audra Foveo


Fair Daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon;
As yet the early-rising sun
Has not attain’d his noon.
Stay, stay,
Until the hasting day
Has run
But to the even-song;
And, having pray’d together, we
Will go with you along.

We have short time to stay, as you,
We have as short a spring;
As quick a growth to meet decay,
As you, or anything.
We die
As your hours do, and dry
Like to the summer’s rain;
Or as the pearls of morning’s dew,
Ne’er to be found again.

Robert Herrick

Daffodils photographed at the SC Botanical Garden in Clemson.


I’ve heard many versions of this quote over the years, but I can honestly say that last Saturday was the first time I’ve seen it so prominently posted as it is here on the side of this back yard building in Iva.

My mind began to wander to thoughts about the person who painted this on the building, then to the quote itself and where it originated.  Best I can tell, William Purkey is responsible for these words that have inspired many.  His quote in full is as follows…

        “Dance like no one is watching, Love like you’ll never be hurt,

                  Sing like no one is listening, Live like it’s heaven on earth.”



Last Saturday’s day in Pendleton, SC ended with  a visit to Sturee Tribal Village.  We almost passed right by this shop without going in, but I am so glad that something made us stop, check the time and enter.  Entering the shop, as I recall, it was rather dimly lit and very quiet.  Somewhat uncomfortably quiet even.  Being one with a warped gift for being able to identify and solve problems for others WAY better than I can for myself, I even suggested to the ladies who were working that some faint background music from the countries whose items they featured might be nice.  😀

Other than the quiet, I was enthralled with this place.  I am a tactile person, and the colors and textures set my nerve ending on fire!  As I perused and enjoyed, I wanted nothing more than to photograph these lovely items.  I resisted asking for quite some time, hoping that Lessie might ask, but she didn’t, and since I simply couldn’t stand it anymore, I asked.  Since they could think of no reason I shouldn’t, they said that it would be fine and I went to town…snap, snap, snap!

Much like I imagine a drug addict feels getting his fix, I felt relief with each shot that I took.  Somehow the quiet no longer bothered me.  We talked with the two ladies on duty and learned some interesting things about this particular shop, about it’s owner/operators, about the items and about the shop that the two ladies themselves had previously owned in the building just next door.  As it turns out, I know two of the people associated with this store.

I think this particular photograph is beautiful.  It’s a stack of rugs topped with this heavily tasseled textile piece.  I’m not sure if it’s a rug or if it has some other purpose.  The fabric looks a bit more like a tablecloth to me than a rug and I read about a Pakastani tradition of gifting brides with a tablecoth. 

Had it not been closing time, I’m sure that I would have stayed much longer, taking even more photos and perhaps even spending some money on some of the beads or fabulous rings they have.  I’ll be back.  For sure!

Sunbeams break through dusty shadows

highlighting a myriad of colors, textures, shapes,

setting all five senses on high alert.


Nubbly wools, smooth silks,

soft cashmeres, gleaming beads,

tufted, tasseled, knotted, twisted,

woven into something beautiful.


Handcrafts shared from many places,

On display for the delight of another.


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