Corner View: Passion

Passion

When I think of the word passion,

I think of the passion of love

and that leads me to the heart.

I have a collection of heart-themed items.

I spread some of them out for a photo for this post.

I had a difficult time with the light on the lighter-patterned ones,

so I'm featuring them separately.

Here are the lighter-patterned heart-shaped 'containers'.

I use all  (here and above)

to store jewelry.

I place them in various arrangements on two dressers

and a jewelry dresser in my bedroom.

This is my favorite 'container'. 

I saw it at a arts and crafts fair in Cincinnati. 

It is a combination of metal, stained glass,

and blown glass.  

My daughter-in-law was with me

and she doubled back and bought it

for me for a Christmas present.

I keep my bigger silver and mixed metals earrings in it.

These are some of my heart-themed pins.

I have a huge collection of pins---they're are my signature jewelry.

I've been called the "Pin Lady" at school.

Here are my favorite items.

The angel I bought for my mom for the Valentine's Day that was her last.

She had been given two months to live after the leukemia diagnosis.

She died shortly after V'Day.

Dad kept this angel on her red Bible beside the reddish leather-like box

that contained her ashes--all on his night stand.

They are mine now.

The funky red heart pin was made by an artist friend.  She does mixed media.

The star with the heart in the middle was a Christmas present from my husband.

I had seen it in a Coldwater Creek clothing catalogue and showed it to him.

I was thrilled he actually bought it for me.

The gold heart pin is part of a collection of gold pins given to my

by my Grandma Jarvis (my mom's mother)

when I was a little girl.

I have all of them still except for the gold B for my name.

 (I still have the A for my middle name Anne).

There were 8 in the collection, but this is the only heart one.

Here's a bit more detail of the angel.

Mom kept the angel perched near 

her bed.  I told her the angel was

to watch over her. 

She even had hearts on her dress!

I'm not sure from where or whom this came,

but I use it to protect my pearl jewelry.

This one was a Christmas present from a close friend who likes to make artsy presents.

Even though it has a Christmas theme, I keep it out year round.

This is a Longaberger basket--famously made here in Ohio. I  like the way it is set up inside.

I like the clear lift-out tray.  The earrings are all my mother's or given to me by my mother.

My childhood charm bracelet and a special bracelet made from sterling silver spoons

are kept here also.

 All of the next ones have either been bought by me or given to me.

This is the only one that is not pink, blue, or red.  It has an Oriental flare to it.

Here are a few more pins.  This

one I wear only around Valentine's 

Day.  It is from the Boyd's Bear

collection.

This angel has a purple amethyst heart.  Amethyst is my birthstone.  

It is also a combination of gold and silver and that gives it more versatility.

I'm featuring this pin because it is part of a collection called "The 1920's Collection."

All of the jewelry in this collection look vintage.

I have pins, necklaces, and earrings --all different, but all vintage looking.

This is part of a set of five bracelets--all with hearts somewhere on them. 

 This heart on a ribbon was used to wrap a gift given to me. 

This glass container is my only true red heart of the collection.

Once more, a photo glimpse of them from a different angle.

To end this post on passion,

I have included a song that is a favorite from a favorite movie.

I believe that when you truly love someone, you put them first.

(I am new at this video stuff, so once you click on the arrow,

you will have to click on the

"Watch on You Tube" phrase to actually see the video.

Bryan Adams - (Everything I Do) I Do It For You

From movie Robin Hood

Below are the lyrics.

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Bryan Adams Lyrics > Everything I Do I Do It for You Lyrics

Look into my eyes - you will see
What you mean to me
Search your heart - search your soul
And when you find me there you'll search no more
Don't tell me it's not worth tryin' for
You can't tell me it's not worth dyin' for
You know it's true
Everything I do - I do it for you


Look into your heart - you will find
There's nothin' there to hide
Take me as I am - take my life
I would give it all I would sacrifice
Don't tell me it's not worth fightin' for
I can't help it there's nothin' I want more
Ya know it's true
Everything I do - I do it for you
There's no love - like your love
And no other - could give more love
There's nowhere unless you're there
All the time - all the way

Oh you can't tell me it's not worth tryin' for
I can't help it there's nothin' I want more
I would fight for you - I'd lie for you
Walk the wire for you - Ya I'd die for you
Ya know it's true
Everything I do - I do it for you

Barn Charm #9

I took this photo from my car.

I stopped in the middle of the road, stuck the camera out the window,

and. . .Click! Got the shot!

These barns are off in the distance from the road I travel

to our lake place.

I'm not sure even how to get to them.

But they've always intrigued me,

and finally I was able to get them on camera.

(The road I travel is not usually busy and I always make sure

there are no other cars remotely in sight

before I stop in the road.).

I'm posting early as we are making a one day

down and back trip to Cincinnati tomorrow.

Sometime this Monday evening,

Tricia will have her Barn Charm up and running,

so check it out.

A rhino sneeze and the scriptures of the week

Can you imagine the sneeze if a rhino could get a head cold?

I think I sneezed enough for a rhino this week!

I just cleared the 8th day since I first got sick.

I had a 5-day virus and while that was see-sawing my life,

a sinus and upper respiratory infection decided to visit.

No sooner had the virus left that a summer cold hit.

Two days of sneezing and eye watering.

A total of 7 days of illness that had nothing to do with my chronic illnesses.

Yikes!

It's odd what a person can get used to and what will upset the apple cart.

A fibro flare-up is a piece of cake compared to this virus.

Finally some normalcy.

Today was the first day that I did more with my flowers

besides douse them with water.

The roses peevishly greeted me with

"It's about time you showed up!

Do you see all these spots on our leaves?"

Some plants were indignant

about the weeds crowding their personal space.

Others were upset about the 'dead heads'

that were spoiling the overall look of the neighborhood.

Ah, it's nice to be needed!

So I worked a little outside and inside, resting in intervals.

We went to friends for dinner and I had my first full meal all week.

It was delicious!

I started out shaky with my knees wobbling some.

  

Tonight I'm steady.

Scriptures of the Week:

To you who fear My name the Sun of Righteousness shall arise

with healing in His wings.

Malachi 4:2

The Lord is good, a stronghold in the day of troubles;

and He knows those who trust in Him.

Nahum 1:7

My God shall supply all your need according to His riches

in glory by Christ Jesus.

Philippians 4:19

Photos were taken duing our visit with 4 of the grandkids

to a place called "The Wilds" here in southeastern Ohio.

Blessings to you all.

Corner View:Tiny

I bought the package of tiny rocks from  the artist of queen of arts.

One or more tiny words of encouragement are written on each one.

I plan to use them anonymously at school this year.

This was enclosed as part of the wrapping:

a tiny heart that immediately made me smile.

Tiny words on tiny rocks given as a tiny act of caring.

Powerful.

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Barn Charm #8

To my blogger friends:

I have been sick with fever, chills, aches, and nausea for five days.

At first I thought it was a fibromyalgia flare-up,

 but by the end of the second day, I knew for certain

that it wasn't.

I went to the doctor today.

I have a virus that's going around

and the beginnings of a sinus infection.

I have not felt well enough to even sit at the computer.

That's why you've not heard from me.

Below is a drive-by shot of a set of barns

that are extremely close to the dirt back-road we were on.

The owner was mowing close-by,

so I took a quick shot from the car,

barely slowing down.

There were three separate barns,

 but the third is much smaller than the other two.

Back country road in southeastern Ohio

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The thief

Little Miss Innocent laying on one of her beds

(tops of armoires in the basement)

Nonchalance.

 

She then leans down toward the tray of flowers cut for vases.

 

She's made contact.

 

She goes right for the mint.

Success!

( That is until I took it from her.)

Hidden homes

Last Saturday morning I took my son's two youngest kids

for a walk in the field behind our trailer in the campgrounds.

Their older sis needed her sleep,

so after breakfast on the front screened-in porch,

and a golf cart ride around the campgrounds,

we headed out back.

We discovered several trees had fallen to make one huge pile.

Dillon worried about all the animals that the trees fell on.

I explained that they would have gotten out of the way,

but now they would have lots of places for hidden homes.

He nodded his approval and satisfaction.

I played around a little bit with the negative setting

on my computer photo program.

Corner View: Homeplace

I grew up in Methodist church parsonages.

A parsonage is a house owned by the church

for the purpose of providing a home for the minister and family.

But the minister and his family can't change even the wall paint color

without permission from the church's parsonage committee.

None of these ever really became my homeplace.

Therefore, I will feature my parents' first and only owned home.

After dad's retirement, they finally were able to own a home

and decide for themselves what to and not to do to it.

 The following pics are of whole or parts of scrapbook pages

 that I made a long time ago.

Some of the lettering appears to be missing on the page below,

but that's because I didn't want to take the page out of its protector,

so there is a glare on it.

The one part reads: Roy and Shirley

Hilliard's first owned home.

Below is a pic where you can read this paragraph better.

The 56 is supposed to be 5680--the number part of the address.

My parents moved into this home when Dad was 62 and Mom was 63.

Mom was brought up to hate cats,

but one day my daughter plopped a white bundle of fur

in her Grandma Shirley's lap.

 Instant mutual love occurred.

Muffy completed this homeplace for my parents.

Dad loved working with plants, mowing the lawn,

and trimming the shrubs.

Muffy stayed at the house when mom and dad sold it.

Due to health reasons, they moved into a retirement apartment

that was a part of a huge Methodist Retirement Campus.

Pets weren't allowed, but the new owner of the house

gladly kept Muffy and she lived a long life here.

I guess this is the closest I come to having a homeplace.

                                                   It was  tough for me when they sold it,

but mom was able to get around in the new apt. complex

with her walker or in her wheelchair,

and that was good.

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