The Glass Swan

Clean

My Grandmother was obsessed about dishes. Anyone who knew her, knew her as the “Dish Lady.” She would drive hundreds of miles away from home just to buy what most people thought was a simple plate. As a child, my Mom would send me with her for the summer. I would often accompany her on these bizarre road trips.

A few days ago, I was looking through an old box and found a dusty glass swan. Immediately an old memory flashed in my head. I was about 7 years old. My Grandmother and I were on our way to pick up a load of antique dishes. Soonafter arriving, I wandered off to look around the enormous barn packed full of stuff.

I remember my Grandmother picking up this glass piece and I thinking how weird looking it was. When we got back to her house, we sat at the her cluttered kitchen table. She showed me how to clean each dish, how to read the information on each dish, how to reference and log how to each dish, and how to profit from each dish.

Funny how memories become so precious.

Teary eyed, I cleaned off the little glass piece. Behold, a beautiful swan. Now it sits happily beside my coffee pot full of sugar. I am sure my Grandmother is proudly smiling behind her coffee mug.

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Successful

Successful

“Happiness is the highest level of success.”

If I am having a bad day, there is one thing for certain to cheer me up. A visit to the barn!

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He earnestly listens, not only my words but my emotions.

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He is quick to tell me when he does not agree with me.

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He also finds me entertaining.

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Without fail, he is successful in making me happy.

“The bond between a horse and rider is inseparable.”

Aesthetic Seasons

Aesthetic

Appreciation of beauty.

I decided to go with photographs I have taken at various places. It has taken me awhile to choose just a handful, when there is so much beauty in the world.

I am so blessed to live in the Appalachian Mountains. Every curve is another breathtaking view.

Winter Show

Flee

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Their manes are wintry white
Frosted with the glistening snow
Their backs dappled light
Shimmer with a frozen glow

Dark browns and Sorrell tones
Contrast with the winter wonderland
From dark grays to deep roans
The hushed colors of the land

Their manes and backs covered white
Frosted from the fresh fallen snow
These horses, they flee through the night
Putting on a winter show