Flaming June's Love

My little girl who it seems like a couple of years ago I couldnt get off my leg, is now graduating from HS. In a few short weeks she will be a "grown" woman. I went to her last concert tonight in HS. She has been in chorus and choir since she was a little one. I always went I love the kids and cant take my eyes off my own. Allie told me she has a par in one of the songs, I was so excited for her but didnt ask what song or how much of a part. Boy was I surprised when they introduced her and she stood at the mic and sang a Sting song. Alone, brave, loud, strong, beautiful. I cried. I cried hard, hot tears with pride that beamed form every pore of my body. I looked up and my child was singing to make herself heard. She wore a green dress, her hair down and green shoes. Her eyes sparkled and she was wonderful. She sings at church and I am so proud but this was different. She had a message. I know a few of my friends read my blog daily and most of them know my girls ...

Youll remember me when the west wind moves Upon the fields of barley Youll forget the sun in his jealous sky As we walk in the fields of gold So she took her love For to gaze awhile Upon the fields of barley In his arms she fell as her hair came down Among the fields of gold Will you stay with me, will you be my love Among the fields of barley Well forget the sun in his jealous sky As we lie in the fields of gold See the west wind move like a lover so Upon the fields of barley Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth Among the fields of gold I never made promises lightly And there have been some that Ive broken But I swear in the days still left Well walk in the fields of gold Well walk in the fields of gold Many years have passed since those summer days Among the fields of barley See the children run as the sun goes down Among the fields of gold Youll remember me when the west wind moves Upon the fields of barley You can tell the sun in his jealous sky When we walked in the fields o...

My oldest brother came to visit us yesterday with his wife. He is a very opinionated man. Defiantly difficult to get along with, and annoying beyond words sometimes. That said I love him very very much. Well he and his wife of 25 years have no children. They have dogs and cats and animals allover the place. That is fine but BUT dont discuss MY CHILDRENS FAULTS as if you know what it is like to have one. dialog. Dave: Suz, Missis she is the dark mall lurker kid I would be afraid if I were you. (chuckle chuckle) Suz: She is not dark she just isnt Allie she doesnt want to be the all americn kind of kid she wants to be different. Dave: Well that she is (sarcasm)... Suz: She is a sweet generous, sensitive child that you dont even know, dont judge her dave. Dave: SHe a devil worshipper laugh laugh sacrificing animals or something LAUGH LAUGH. ME: Shut up dont even say her name if you dont have something positive to say. She does well in school no trouble at all. Sweet friends, s...

The boys by the fire. I so love this and reminds me of my girls at the farm sitting by the fire. They would get out of the tub and hunch down and warm up. Although they were never naked it is still beautiful. I love the light on them. They look warm. Again Mary Cassatt. She captures the look of peace on a babies face. A beautiful one I may buy a print for the house and put it .... somewhere. ME ME ME ME I want this to be me me me.

Children And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, "Speak to us of Children." And he said: Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts. For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday. You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth. The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far. Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness; For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also...

the boy dirty and playing in the dirt and rocks with a runny nose and sooo gorgeous If you know Andy I see him in this picture, first time really. Do you? My men at Edwards playing in the dirt and rocks. We had fun the hole someday our home