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I am so blessed to know this beautiful and special gal. She never ceases to astonish me with her amazing talents and kind spirit. Thank you so much for my new banners Tiffany, I LOVE them!!
Her new creations of digital banners are special & unique to her "Muse" alone, one of a kind... you have to see them for yourself by clicking on the post title above and by visiting her at the following sites too:
Tiffany's Website: http://www.beyondthevintagepath.com/page/page/653262.htm
Tiffany's photostream:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/tiffanyjane/
Thank you so much for sharing this beautiful portrait of you in your studio and allowing me to post it here, truly a priviledge for me :)
Here you go Mon Ami...
My name, I'm sure you would agree is not your typical name...When I was growing up I wished my name was Lisa, it would have made school a whole lot easier! MAYDAY, MAYDAY was my common nickname, hehehe ~ I hated that!! LOL!!
My parents picked it from the Bible, it's really a mans name, a grandson of Noah.
For those that are curious… it’s pronounced "mu" (u as in mud)then "dye" (as in color dye)... see hooked on phonics does work, hehe :)
I’m short, 60” = 5 feet exactly
I’m a morning person.
I never, ever get bored. I was sort of an only child, my siblings were all grown up by the time I was 5 so I got used to playing and entertaining myself.
I’m allergic to anything with aspirin in it… for years I would take Aleve (which has a small amount of a compound from aspirin)around that time of the month and I would break out in hives, for 10 years!! Doctors thought it was hormonal until one time it was so bad I had to go to the ER and finally that wonderful ER doctor figured it out! I’ve been hives free for 2 years now!
And my dream was/is to own a tea house.
That's it, I'm sure I could come up with more uninteresting stuff, lol... but the limit was 6 ! hehehe :)
Oh, wait one more thing...my Begonia is blooming!! Yay!
Thanks for stopping by!! I appreciate it so much!! :)
Flowers are like dear friends, think of the joy you feel when you see an old friend that you haven't seen in years, a hug, a clasp of the hands and you know you are home, a celebration of kindred spirits... such is the feeling when I catch a peek of an unfurling "love-in-the-mist" surrounded by her beautiful lacey foliage, a "poppy" bloom ready to burst out it's hidden treasures, a delicate tendril & fragrance from a "sweet pea", yes, like dear sweet friends, they add unmeasurable joy and priceless beauty to my life. Thank you for stopping by today my friend, so good to see you too! :)
pictures taken today with my very bestest of friends, my dear husband, at our favorite botanical garden, Daniel Stowe...
"Ever since I could remember anything, flowers have been like dear friends to me, comforters, inspirers, powers to uplift and to cheer...every blade of grass that sprang out of the ground, every humblest weed, was precious in my sight... Many thoughts had I of all the flowers I knew; very dear were they, so that after I had gathered them I felt sorry, and I had a safe place between the rocks to which I carried them when they were withered, and hid them away from all eyes, they were so precious even then."
An Island Garden ~ Celia Thaxter
for the frolicking breeze, on her doorstep would tap.
"It is chilly weather, though the sun feels good;
I will wrap up warmly and wear my furry hood."
Mistress Pussy Willow opened wide her door;
never had the sunshine seemed so bright before.
"Good Morning, Pussy Willow, Welcome to you my dear!"
Never guest was quainter, than when Pussy came to town,
In her hood of silver gray & tiny coat of brown.
Happily little children cried with laughter and shout,
"Spring is coming, coming,
Mistress Pussy Willow's out!"
What will you be when we are old and gray?
The savings bank of the squirrel and mouse,
For robin and wren, an apartment house.
The dressing room of the butterfly's ball,
The locusts and katydids' concert hall.
The schoolboys' ladder in the pleasant June,
The schoolgirls' tent in the July noon.
And my leaves shall whisper them merrily
A tale of the children, who planted me."
~19th C Anonymous~
She heard a chirp and a twitter, and when she looked at the bare flower-bed at her left side there he was hopping about and pretending to peck things out of the earth to persuade her that he had not followed her. But she knew he had followed her and the surprise so filled her with delight that she almost trembled a little.
"You do remember me!" she cried out. "You do! You are prettier than anything else in the world!"
She chirped, and talked, and coaxed and he hopped, and flirted his tail and twittered. It was as if he were talking. His red waistcoat was like satin and he puffed his tiny breast out and was so fine and so grand and so pretty that it was really as if he were showing her how important and like a human person a robin could be. Mistress Mary forgot that she had ever been contrary in her life when he allowed her to draw closer and closer to him, and bend down and talk and try to make something like robin sounds... ~ Frances Hodgson-Burnett~
On both sides of the house was a big orchard, one of apple trees and one of cherry trees, also showered over with blossoms; and their grass was all sprinkled with dandelions. In the garden below were lilac trees purple with flowers, and their drizzly sweet fragrance drifted up to the window on the morning wind...
Anne's beauty-loving eyes lingered on it all, taking everything greedily in; she had looked on so many unlovely places in her life, poor child; but this was as lovely as anything she ever dreamed.
L.M. Montgomery
~Anne of Green Gables~
