Thursday, September 20, 2012
. . . today my mother would have celebrated her 86th birthday. I imagine she would have beautiful snow white hair with gorgeous silver strands that shimmer in the light. Her brunette hair shimmered auburn strands in the sunlight. Mother was a true beauty inside and out with a light all of her own. Mother took her light into the world in so many ways. She had a heart with people eyes to seek out persons who needed encouragement, a clean dress, new shoes, a smile, hot food, flowers or read to. Mother touched so many in ways so few knew except for the recipient. Mother played golf (broke 100 a few years after she started playing), bridge (every Tuesday), bowled (a perfect game three days before my sister was born), Junior Women's Club, Sunday school teacher (to high school/college girls, two who became Orange Bowl queens), oil painted, raised orchids, gourmet cook, volunteered, campaigned for Barry Goldwater, crazy for my dad and loved my brother, sister and me immensely! My dad called her Toots, she called him Wimpy. I can still hear her voice. I'm glad I can and that I can recall precious memories. Mother was quite the lady and ahead of her time. She knew only one of her seven grandchildren who will soon celebrate her birthday marking the same age mother was when she died. Time. It's so short. We need to remember to be ruthless with time and gracious with people. The way mother was. She left an amazing legacy and I remember . . .
|Norma Farland Etheredge Buhrmaster|
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
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Saturday, March 17, 2012
We're going to a Renaissance Fair today and leaving shortly to go to the other side of the state. So . . . for St. Patrick's Day here's wishing . . . May your beer be green and your bread white and not vise versa (to quote my dear friend, Peggy, who's not Irish) and, may your dance be more than a jig! Live, laugh, love . . . each day.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Two of my favorite authors, Debbie Macomber and Ruth Ayres (of ruth ayres writes and Two Writing Teachers) who have for many years chosen a word to focus on during the year. My word for 2012 is intentional. I have many 'good' intentions but I often fail to follow through. Instead of making a perfunctory New Year's Resolution, I'm determined to focus on being intentional. Being intentional about blogging is a start as my last entry was nine months ago at least. Intentional. I will be intentional which also means I will be disciplined. This is my first step and I feel good that I got out of bed to make this post. Now that's intentional!
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Up until just a couple of days ago it was still rather chilly--42 degrees. That's chilly for Florida this time of year and in spite of the cold, spring is here. While I miss the distinct seasons of the midwest, especially spring when the daffodils bloom for Easter along with the pussy willows, crocus, hyacinths, I'll enjoy my lone amayrilla and blooming confederate jasmine with its intoxicating scent. One of these days I'll get used to the growing season here and plant more than just an amayrilla!