Gee, it has been a little quiet around here lately!
Somewhere in all those boxes I was unpacking last month, I also seemed to unpack a severe case of the blahs. Hopefully, better days are ahead.
About the only thing I have been doing is watching my magnolia tree bloom.
I love magnolia blooms!
The ones from this tree are very dear and special.
Maybe one day, I will share the story behind this special tree.
The tree is now about thirteen years old.
Each year, I anxiously wait to see if it will bloom.
For the first several years, there was nary a bloom.
The last few years, there have been maybe two or three blooms each Spring.
For unknown reasons, there are now at least twenty four blooms!
I have been bringing some inside and floating them in water.
Their intoxicating scent fill my house.
I am loving them, and they are definitely helping to chase away those pesky blahs.
This is a magnolia bloom created with ribbon and tiny glass seed beads.
It was a project one year at Stitchin' Charleston Style, taught by Laura Jenkins Thompson.
There are folded ribbon roses on the other side, and the whole bouquet was to adorn a black silk evening bag. A few years ago, I removed the cluster from the purse and nestled it in a bow on a hat worn to a Kentucky Derby party. I loved them so much on the hat, they never found their way back to the purse!
And here is one more form of magnolia bloom found in our home.
It is a piece of Boehm porcelain, with a special link to the tree that I am watching bloom in our yard!
All part of a special time and people in my life.
And to my friends in Mississippi and Louisiana, where magnolias are usually in great abundance, my prayers and thoughts are with you. May each of you stay safe from the danger and destruction of floodwaters.
I am a wife and mother. I am the granddaughter of Bessie and daughter of Mary: two women who passed down to me their love of needlework. Now, I see their hands and continue to feel their unwavering love and guidance with each stitch that my hands make. I love hydrangeas, peonies, poppies and periwinkle blue. There is a soft place in my heart for things showing age. Perhaps because I pray to still be cherished when I grow old.