Little Glass Bottle

Little Glass Bottle

I sit on the dresser day after day. Normally I would be collecting dust. But not me, I am

special. I was her gift from him, a husband deeply loved. I was bought in a land far away. He searched through the market and out of a table full of other shiny bottles he picked me. He wrapped me safely in his clothes and placed me in his foot locker so I would make it back to the states unharmed. I traveled by boat and air until I made it home. Each day she passes by, picks me up and thinks of him. I am a reminder of the love she has. The man of her dreams and how blessed her live is now. I am just a

Little Glass Bottle but I am special.
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The Other Side of The Rainbow

The Other Side of The Rainbow

Yesterday 6/28/2010 at 5:30 pm my dad made the journey to the other side of the rainbow.

James Elisher Johnson  10/26/1923-6/28/2010

We are sad yet we did not want him to linger in suffering or pain.

These,  the colors of the rainbow in his blessed long life are as follows,

Red because red was his favorite color,

Orange because the colors of the sunset over the muddy river was beautiful to him,

Yellow because sunflowers are yellow and this represents all 4 of his sunny children,

Green is for the grass that was rich and green on the banks of the river, 

Blue is for the color of his eyes so bright and mischievous,

Indigo is for the deep richness of his love for my beautiful mother in their 68 years together,

Violet is for the place he is now , a place of peace and contentment on

The Other Side of The Rainbow

Merry Berries

Merry Berries

Two red juicy strawberries just hanging

around doing what berries do.

Fine Things

Fine Things

Sometimes we get caught up in having the most fashionable and the best but sometimes the fine things are right before our eyes. An old pitcher and a few old fashioned roses remind me of home. A home from yester year. A home where I used to play with my doll Thumbelina and the items in my play house were old dishes mom let me play with.

All of these were of course the "Fine Things".
16x20 acrylic on stretched canvas
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Thread Of Life

Threads of Life

We all start out the same in our mothers womb. We are born and then from there we change. A thread is started in shifts and turns, it weaves in and out. It entwines all in our path, holding on to some yet letting go of others. The thread continues until... And then another begins.

The Yellow Napkin

The Yellow Napkin

Resting on a table sits a yellow napkin. Supple and soft and made of cotton it was found in Grandma's chest. It has been handed down to a granddaughter who will cherish it forever. It is the only one remaining from Grandma's chest. A wedding gift from long ago. Now it is stained with age but treasured just the same. Who would know that this lone napkin could bring such joy and ignite warm memories from days gone by.

Fishing Buddies

Fishing Buddies

I can remember a time not so long ago when I went fishing with my best friend Benny who is also my husband. We would go down to the lake in our little boat with fishing poles and cold drinks in hand. Our bait was live crickets. I would stick my hand down in the cricket cage and they would climb my fingers with their scratchy little legs. I would bait them on the hook and if we were lucky would go home with supper.

There is no better place or time than spending the evening fishing with

your best friend down on the lake.

Oranges on Green

Oranges on Green

Orange slices scattered on a clear glass plate. A single leaf rest nearby.

The crystal clear plate is all that keep the succulent juices off the green table cloth.

Yum Yummy!

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Daisy Cup

Daisy Cup

A blue cup sitting on the counter just waiting for a nice warm cup of coffee. Then a little girl rushes in ,out of breath from her trek outside. With her skin warm and moist and her breathing heavy from running in the fields she calls her mom. Mom! look what I picked for you. A single daisy, what can we put it in? Then she spied it. The blue cup a perfect place for the delicate flower. A gift of love.

The Coming Storm

The Coming Storm

I painted this today while feeling quite sad. My 86 year old dad who had an accident about three weeks ago was diagnosed with probable spinal cord cancer. He is now paralyzed from the waist down. We visited with him on Fathers day in the hospital. He was so happy to see us and knew everyone. Before that and since, he has been confused and doesn't  know anyone. I guess the day we visited him was just one  more little gift from God. My mom is so sad, and as our lives change each day I can feel

 "The Coming Storm."

Painted with a palette knife on panel board.

2+2=4

2+2=4

One coffee cup teeters inside the other. A point of imperfection in both.Treasures to someone. One with brown tones the other with blue. Left alone for moments in time they remain like memories form the past. Two cherries have been gently placed by the gentle hands of the woman who lives here. Untouched and uneaten, thus 2+2=4.    UNAVAILABLE

Down a Country Road

Down a Country Road

Two houses on a simple dirt road which leads to home. A road less traveled, A place where few have been before. Out in the country where wild flowers bloom and butterflys dance in the breeze, Where dogs bark at rabbits in the field and where life is good, A place called home. 

A Walk Through The Kitchen

A Walk Through The Kitchen

I walk into the kitchen and the first thing I think of is the warmth of my first cup of Joe. I reach in the cabinet among the cups of yellow, gold, red, green and blue. I pick the yellow one of course my favorite. I got it years ago from my daughter. It has missed disaster several times. As I sit drinking my coffee I notice the old jar. A jar also dear to me, my mom used to can fruit and she gave me this one. As I start to go about my daily routine I grab an apple ,red and delicious and think about the sweetness of its ware. Another beautiful day started by A Walk Through the Kitchen.
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Lemon Tang

                                                      Lemon Tang

This lemon rest next to a cool blue cup. Cool in color and value yet warm

with the temp of the lucious sweet liquid it contains. A tall cup of tea. Soon

the tartness of the lemon will surely add a nice surprise. A little flavor of Lemon Tang.
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Orange Slices

Orange Slices

Beside the two tea cups long emptied of their wares these orange slices sit on the

tabletop waiting for what? Picked at the peak of their prime they still have

much to give. Sweet and tart they are full of fresh sweet juice. Gone for now

is the person who put them here. The person who will surely return and

enjoy them later. But will they savor all that they have to give, these two orange

slices simply waiting on the table.
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