It’s time for the final instalment of the 2015 calligraphic calendar of Amish quotes. Hope you enjoyed them.
October 6th 1945 was the day my parents married, with Dad in uniform and Mum in a borrowed dress. Such were the times at the end of World War 2. They have been gone for fourteen years, but today would have been their 70th wedding anniversary. God bless them both.
Fitting then, that the purple rhododendron we transplanted over twenty years ago from their house in Mitcham to ours in Croydon, Victoria, Australia, began flowering this week.
A little note appeared from WordPress, wishing me happy blogging anniversary. Four years of blogging. This probably explains my slightly depleted enthusiasm, but things go in cycles.
I have updated my “about me” page, which I thought I would share as a post, to welcome the fifth year of blogging.
Welcome to the new look princess prattles! I believe that a blog is in an evolutionary state, allowing it to change with the times and the needs of the author. Hopefully the readers will like these alterations.
Early on, this blog, princessprattles.com, focussed on two things I love – my garden and my cats.
Nowadays it covers all things creative, a less limiting catchphrase.
I can still include cats, since they can fall into the category of photography.
I love being resourceful and recycling in all my creative pursuits. Feel free to share your ideas in the comments section.
In 2012 I was a successful participant in Project 365, managing to post every day of the 366 available. My garden thanks me for the effort!
2013 saw me minimise the commitment to once a week, and since 2014 I have been blogging when the urge takes me, instead of utilising a specific schedule. Posts are numbered numerically rather than by week, because sometimes there may be a few in quick succession. Stay tuned!
Comments and feedback are welcome. Thank you for stopping by to share my journey.
Sandi, the crafty princess.
Fourteen years ago today, a double funeral was held for my parents, who died a day apart. Devastated, at the time we were sustained by the belief that at least they were together. A couple of months later that didn’t seem fair, because that meant we were orphans. Although we were fully-grown adults, most with families of our own, that sense of utter loss was overwhelming. Well-meaning comments of “they had a good innings” were not appreciated, although they were made by those trying to be helpful.
However, time passes and the grief can take a back seat, with fond memories and recollections taking the place of that all-encompassing sense of loss.
The above quote, by an unknown author, is calligraphed by me, in Ronde Character, with love.