Cum Auxilio Ab Alto

The Feast of St. Mary Magdalene

nospam@example.com (Imelda S) — 2012-07-27T11:07:18Z

Please visit MYWORDWALL for the full post.

NEW BLOG

nospam@example.com (Imelda S) — 2012-05-29T14:23:46Z

For weeks now, I have been writing in a new blog - mywordwall.

It is a Wordpress blog and one that is easier to use and friendlier for those who visit. When I started this blog, I was a complete newbie and did not know what to do or write about. So, I tired to fill this one with all sorts of stuff - family, kids, photos, religion, etc. - until I found this place to be a little too cluttered and unmanageable for me.

I started mywordwall and was happier with the results. I have become more certain about what I wanted to do and write about and how I'd present things. Needless to say, I enjoy that project of mine a lot. I like the look of that place much better too. I think that you too will once you pay it a visit.

So with this, let me invite you to hop over to MYWORDWALL and have fun with me.

Thanks for visiting me here.

~Imelda

NIGHT IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD AFTER THE SUPERMOON

nospam@example.com (Imelda S) — 2012-05-17T18:36:38Z

BEAUTY IN UNEXPECTED PLACES

nospam@example.com (Imelda S) — 2012-04-27T19:54:49Z

First things first, thank you to the folks in Tina's Picstory for the nice words they have for my flower entries last week. I got so busy with things at home that I did not even know about the vote results until Sandra of Letters of Muse gave me notice.

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I do not like Barberry bushes. They are thorny. I have been poked by their sharp thorns too many times that I am wary of them.

One day, while I was out in the yard, I noticed that their overgrown branches extending to our little path and, excuse me, making a nuisance of themselves again. I made a mental note to have them trimmed as soon as I had the time. Then I noticed how the sun shone on their leaves and made the latter glow. And then I noticed the little yellow things arranged neatly in a row on the branches. How pretty those little golden nuggets were as they caught the sunshine. For the moment, I forgot about the thorns, drew closer to the bush, and admired the yellow delights.

More than the flower, I suppose it was the joy of unexpectedly finding something beautiful in something I always thought of as a nuisance that made the difference. It brought to mind that time from long ago when I was a young and harassed lawyer.

One morning, as I was walking to the bus stop to catch a ride to work, my head clouded with all things that needed to be done and with the tedium of the day, I saw a young mother with a little girl in her arms. Somehow, I looked at them and caught the girl's eye. I was about to look away when she gave me a bright bright smile. I did not know what that smile had, but it brought sunshine into my very soul and lifted the gloom shrouding me. I walked with a little more spring on my steps. My mind opened in prayer of thanks and joy.

I suppose that is where the magic of an unexpected beauty lies: it is a gift from God, an assurance of His love all around.

So today, I pray that you be blessed with beauty from unexpected places and delight in it.

Have a great day.

Best regards,

Imelda

P.S. The overgrown Barberry branches still need to go though. I am linking again with my favorite Friday place . And I hope that I post the trackback properly this time.

T'WAS A RAINY DAY

nospam@example.com (Imelda S) — 2012-04-25T03:57:09Z

Well, I was glad that the Northeaster only brought us rains,

Snow in late April was much too uncomfortable,

the plants have grown.

I suppose I sound too whiny.

I just want those flowers. Sorry. :-)

After a day and night of heavy rains, we had a little pond.

I thought we'd miss it this year. There was not much snow during winter.

I'm glad it came. The ground was a little too dry.

Except for some fallen tulips ....

..and broken limbs, there were no casualties.

Nature is taking care of our rotten tree. Little by little.

Tree service costs a fortune.

Of course, there was mud!

What is so irresistible about mud...

..and puddles? May I ask?

Yeah, there was not much casualty.

If you do not count the dirty clothes,

and a mommy's sanity.

And the following day, it is the same story.

Thank you for visiting. Have a lovely day. Linking with PROJECT ALICIA , In Him We Move and Have our Being, .

~Imelda