The secret of happiness is to make others think they are the cause of it.
– Al Batt
Remember – How to Win Friends and Influence People by Dale Carnegie?
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’56 T Bird I Believe?
I’m no expert and I forgot to take notes, but I think that’s the year and make of this cool car I saw at a recent show. I like the color. My favorite hue for clothing and really, many things. Hot colors are great for some, but only suit me as small accents.
I would love to drive the byways in this cool green car. Don’t know about the forward lifting hood. Could I still reach in to check the oil?
Cottage Garden Gems
Not a normal combination for my kitchen table decoration, but was in a mood for cool hot colors on a recent cloudy day. The orange red nasturtium and the variegated impatien aren’t well color coordinated. Still they brightened the table and my mood.
Hotel Room Peeper
This visitor greeted me when I pulled the blinds to make sure no one looked into my hotel room during a recent overnight stay.
I was okay with this guy though. Haven’t seen one of these for awhile – a walking stick I believe? Or is it a praying mantis? Doesn’t quite look like either from this view?
Weekly Wisdom – The Penny Mason Post
It takes a lot of courage to show your dreams to someone else.
– Erma Bombeck
The First Lovely Leaf – Unfortunately
This lovely leaf is, unfortunately, a likely harbinger of many to come. Autumn may be a lovely season, but I tend to focus a bit much upon the future at times.
Thus, I’m often more unsettled by the thought of coming winter than I am when it’s actually here.
Once it arrives, I tend to take things one day at a time. I should do that now, so as to fully appreciate the change.
As John Denver said, “If it were mine to make the change, I think I’d let it be. But I don’t remember hearing anybody asking me.”
Treasure in the Sand
I never tire of sifting through the lakeside sand for wave tossed wonders. Three small triangles of glass, a cool piece of driftwood that’s obviously from a structured object- I’m trying to guess what it’s from- and several interesting stones were things that called to me this last Sunday.
I keep imagining the wood might be from a shipwreck. Yes, I realize it’s more likely from a lakefront shanty, but that’s okay. Watching the waves exercises the imagination. Some day I’m really going to write my book of made up histories of found objects. I think it would be so much fun to read and to write such stories.
