I love stories. I love to listen to stories, to people telling me stories, listening to songs that tell a story. I really don't talk all that much. Most of my friends carry the conversation and I listen because it's like they are telling me a story. Guess it stems from when I was a little girl and at nap time my mom or dad laid down with me and my sister and they read or told us stories. My mom read from a very old book of ours wonderful poems like Tiger, Tiger Burning Bright, The Owl and the Pussycat, Gingham Dog and the Calico Cat, Lil' Orphant Annie...stories and poems like that. I read those to my kids too. My dad loved to tell us fables...like the one about the Crow and the Pitcher, The Wolf In Sheep's Clothing, and my favorite The Fox and the Grapes. He would lie back on the pillow with each of us beside him and put his arms behind his head and make up some fables too and we especially loved that~they always pertained to something that happened and it would make us think about doing better. I wish I could tell stories like my daddy could. Just had a thought~maybe that's why I like little short naps so well~ nap time was a very happy time when I was little.
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Hi, Kim! So good to hear from you! Thanks for the comment on my blog post yesterday. It was a quick one, but I needed to do that! It had been toooooo long since I had posted anything! The workers finished with our closet and studio remodel, so we have been spending every moment possible trying to get our house back in order. Of course, it is going to take us a while! We are LOVING the space, and I can't wait to get everything moved in there. Right now, it's still in the "moving in" phase. I can't wait to take photos to share with you.
I can't wait to see your daffodil pictures! I love them...especially those with the white around the edges, like the one in the photo...they smell so WONDERFUL! One of my work study students was in my office yesterday, and I sent him on an errand across the street that SHOULD have taken about five minutes, but for him, it took about 30. Of course, I can hardly blame him...it was so gorgeous yesterday! Anyway, he came back in, head bowed, and holding daffodils that he had "pinched" out of the University's flower border. I said, "Don't come in here with flowers thinking I'm going to forgive you for taking so long to run that errand!" He grinned. Then I said, "Gimme the flowers and get out of here." hahahaha. Needless to say, he was forgiven, because those flowers scented my entire office! The Little Booger. ;-)
Any plans for the Easter weekend?
Springtime hugs,
Paula
Me, again. ;-) I love stories, too, Kim. Have you ever been to any of the storytelling festivals? They have several great ones in Kentucky that I love to attend. And there are many book festivals that I attend, as well. If you're interested, I'll share info!
Blessings,
Paula
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