Archive March 2010

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Grandma's Bucket

I love spring.

The crocuses are in bloom...

and the sugar snap peas are just popping their heads up out of the earth....

 

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On Not Being Heady

“Heady” is one of those words we read in literature, but don’t really use.
But I did this morning.  For the first time in my life, I used the word “heady.” I used it in my head anyway. It popped into my head when I woke up and headed downstairs.
I stepped into my kitchen-keeping room and was greeted by the “heady” aroma of sweet spring flowers. Such an intoxicating, strong, happy, invigorating smell. “Heady!” I suddenly knew exactly what the poets mean. And I also knew that “heady” was the ideal, perfect word for these spring blossoms in my house.
As the coffee brewed, the coffee smell overtook the heady sweet flowery one. (The coffee smell, by the way, is not heady; it is something else altogether; a discussion for another day.) As I waited for my first cuppa Joe, I took note of the various blooms around me.
Jars filled with freshly-picked daffodils on the table.

 

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Shades of Blue

And the winner is:

VALARIE in California!!!! Congratulations! Email me!

update: I got your info Valarie-thank you!-(I'm probably in your spam box)

Mine are green. I say “hazel” when I’m called upon to classify them. Like on my driver’s license. I now know that I’ve been wrong all these years.  “Hazel” eyes are green-brown.  Mine are green-blue. Totally not hazel then. As it turns out, there’s no special name for green-blue eyes. I wonder if I could start using “teal”? ‘Tis my name afterall.

My father’s eyes are the bluest-blue. And they twinkle. I always wished I had his blue eyes. Not because I wanted blue eyes particularly; I just wanted to match him.

His are so blue and oh so sparkly. You see lots of blue eyes, but not many have that special twinkle. I have a feeling the twinkle comes from the inside. Yes, if I had to guess, I’d say my father’s eye twinkle comes from inner happiness. And peace. And hope. He’s like that. I guess I have a chance to share his twinkle, then. When I accomplish all that inner bliss stuff. 

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Rebekah Teal
is a "MaryJane Farmgirl" who lives in a large metropolitan area. She is a lawyer who has worked in both criminal defense and prosecution. She has been a judge, a business woman and a stay-at-home mom. In addition to her law degree, she has a Masters of Theological Studies.

"Mustering up the courage to do the things you dream about," she says, "is the essence of being a MaryJane Farmgirl."  Learning to live more organically and closer to nature is Rebekah's current pursuit.  She finds strength and encouragement through MaryJane's writings, life, and products. And MaryJane's Farmgirl Connection provides her a wealth of knowledge from true-blue farmgirls.

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