|Welcome to my World of Beauty. It is a wonderful 2007 springtime in San Antonio. It is cold in the mornings and very warm most afternoons. Bluebonnets are blooming, and the bees are thrilled to find the sweet pollen in them to make their honey. Butterflies are enjoying the pollen in tiny lavendar flowers on the Rosemary bushes in our front yard. What are the signs of spring in your world? An Easter freeze, along with possible sleet is predicted here. Yet the David Austin roses, the pink “Heritage,” are in full bloom, and nearby the climbing “New Dawn” is full of buds and its now opening tiny pink wonders. The sporadic rains this past month have awakened the grasses, the weeds, and even the fragile pink “Evening Primroses.” All the yellow wildflowers sweep across the countryside and vacant lots in the city. I find it hard to go to my job in the evenings because I actually ache to paint into the night all the beauty I have seen during the day.
I can still hear Dad saying, “Sister, look at those clouds and tell me what you see.” So all my life I have been a cloud-watcher, often lying in the grass for hours during my school breaks, observing the shapes and movements of the myriad types of formations moving through the seasons.
Blessed is the child whose parents, as did mine, encourage their children to explore the wonders that lie around them every moment, day and night. Didn’t you love capturing lightning bugs on summer nights, then placing them in jars with holes in the lids–just to see if they would be good night lights? I thank God daily that my parents allowed me to explore, experiment, draw, build, and do everything they found safe for me to try to do. Mother even rewarded us for doing our little assigned chores each week with a special treat. Sometimes it would be a hike to the nearby wooded lot where we would picnic and read books and stories about nature, even fairy tales about far away lands where lives were different from our own. We met folks who dressed much differently from us, and whose legends and tales were neverthless intriguing and served their purpose of sharing with their progeny (and us) the lessons of life.
As an adult I find it joyous to share little things with children as they were shared with me. That influence of Mother and Dad is one reason I love teaching art to children, to give them an outlet for their imaginations, to encourage their innate ability to create, and to enhance their knowledge and their ability and desire to explore how things work and of what things are composed.
Labor Day 2007. September 1st would have been the 56th anniversary of Roy and Lanelle, so it was a lonely, almost empty day for me. Even though 19 years have passed, I still miss my dearest love, his grin, his support in every way, but most of all our conversations. He would have loved this website and even would have had his own blog on it, I am sure. I am so grateful for the 37-1/2 years of our marriage and all the many things I learned from this Christian companion that I would have never know otherwise. Our lives were by no means perfect, but we had a marvellous friendship and love for one another founded on our love for God, and on our belief in all that He has taught His people from the beginning of creation.
We have had no summer this 2007, at least not the hot summers we often have in San Antonio. Our grass, our trees, and all our flowers and herbs have grown like a jungle. Rosanne mows on Friday, it rains over the weekend, and Monday she needs to mow again! Our little blue Day Flowers cover the grass and flower beds each day with their lovely blue glow until after noon; the Crepe Myrtle near the driveway bows down to the hood of the car when I drive in after a rain; and some of my bulbs have bloomed bountifully, especially the scarlet Rain Lilies. We have not had 100 degrees yet this year, but who knows what the end of September will bring. At the reunion of Mother’s family this August, there were twelve girl cousins present, including those three of us I have always called the triplets. Azalee was born April 15th to Uncle Bill-Aunt Fern , Loreta was born June 22 to Aunt Sybil-Uncle Richard, and I was born on July 3rd. We had much fun playing together, teasing, exploring, playing paper dolls, and building play-houses in the grove outside the front fence of Grandmother Edmondson’s yard in Mullin, Texas. We were fast friends and pen pals until we married and had children to take up our spare time. Two of us are widows now, but Azalea still has her Ben who is doing very well after a major stroke a couple of years ago. The other two girls have grandchildren to keep them busy as well as entertained. We had a cousin take a good photo of the three of us together again at age 77 ! We have always really enjoyed one another, even though we have three different personalities.
“The happiest miser on earth
is the man who saves up every friend he can make.”
–Robert E. Sherwood
—Robert E. Sherwood
Spring of 2009 has been almost without rain; therefore, the wildflowers–especially my very favorite bluebonnets–have been scarce. But great joy fills my heart because seven of the bluebonnets I planted came up among the wild grass & weeds that took over the front flower bed. I carefully took photos to share with everyone & to paint later. Here are several phases of their lives.
An extremely shocking and sad industrial accident took the life of our dear friend and Christian brother, Steve Vargas, in June 2009. He left a grieving wife and several lovely children to make their lives without his strong guidance. Steve was energetic, hardworking, and kind, always looking for service to others and constantly sharing his great faith in the Lord with anyone who needed to learn about a successful way of living and–in Steve’s case–of dying in the arms of his Savior.