SOCKS . . .

My granddaughter Amanda sent me this picture this morning.  

I was flooded with memories.

My mom used to roll up my hair in socks 

after it was washed and before completely dry.

My hair was nothing like Amanda’s but I

remember vividly the sock regime.  

This is what Amanda said this morning 

in a text to me.

“I’m using my Grandma Gordon’s 

sock method to curl my hair today.”  

A few hours later, I received this .

Looks great to me!

Made for a happy day to see my granddaughter in her waves.

‘til next time

thanks for visiting, following, commenting.

you are the best

love

lynne

Diddle Diddle Dumpling . . .

little miss o

diddle diddle dumpling

 "one shoe off, one shoe on”

 busy little almost one year old great grand

and a year later

2019

Christmas at her grandmothers

oh my that smile

and this

a few days ago

love this 

beautiful warm mood sweet picture

her momma is a photographer

if there is ever anyone who exudes joy it is oakland 

adjusts to most all situations

loves to create 

I don’t see her often

thank goodness for pictures

her momma wrote this the other day.
~

I walked into the bathroom 

to oak singing “happy birthday dear oaklanddd” 

and I started laughing, 

she said 

“what, I have to sing it twice to make sure I wash my hands good enough” 

“good girl”

~

soon she will be six

for her I will 
social distance

wash my hands

again and again

and 

hope 

pray 

please be safe

please be healthy

~

love

lynne

Feeling The Green . . .

 IRISH

“feeling it” 

I am English, a wee bit Scottish, married to “Mister Irish 

this month, each day, I am all about green

Blessings, Ireland, Thoughts, Pictures, Favorites

I was recently reminded about a blog event I attended ten years ago.

I had made polymer clay shamrock clover ornaments 

to bring with me to recognize my blog, 

Irish Garden House.

Fast forward to today, I decided to make more ornaments.

I made many, cookie cutter shamrocks, clovers of different sizes  

and used old tatting cloths to press into the clay to make the designs.  

The idea blossomed in my mind and my creative genes started a jig.  

Each day, something new pops into my mind.  

We are renewing our passports, saving our coins 

and as soon as this virus calms down

and before I get much older

we are scheduling ourselves 

for more green.

We have been blessed to have visited Ireland three times.

Oh my this view . . . look at that green . . . one of my favorites.

I am smitten for the Irish, the country, the green.  

the history, the stone, the peat, the lichen, the lilt, the laughter.

and yes, 

the Paddy’s too.

Playing with the clay reminded me of the many mementos,

cards, pictures, linens, pottery I/we have collected from our travels.  

Some of the dishes, cloths and such can be seen here and there.

Each shamrock has an emerald ribbon, 

Makes it easy to hang in a window or stretch it across some green.  

I took some to the gals I volunteer with at the hospital on Monday. 

A couple of the gals put them on, wore them like a necklace.  

I was thrilled to do wax rubbings of Celtic designs 

on grave markers during our first trip.

Each trip has taken us to the grave yards 

to view the markings and art, a reverence like no other.

I need to dig out some of those old photos!

Photo above was taken from the car, my favorite 

Crocosmia which grows all over along the hedge rows.

and soon it will be greening up here.

I love the mix of many different greens.  

My White Bleeding Heart is one of my early blooms.  
~

Happy March Spring Days

Happy St. Patrick’s Day

Thank you for your friendship, following, visiting, commenting.

“Mister Irish” sends HAPPY wishes too!

~ ~ ~ 
‘tis better by far

at the rainbows end

to not find gold

but the heart of a friend.

love

lynne