Due to a very rainy spring last year, the dandelion crop is flourishing in 2008. My daughter and her boyfriend made lemonade amidst the lemons when they posed for this photograph amidst the annoying weed! (Photos courtesy of my son)
The other night my son, daughter and their friend took the camera down our gravel road and came back with some cute photos. This is their 'countrified' version of "The Lion King" featuring one of our many felines.
P.S. No animals were harmed in this filming, though I imagine they were quite perplexed!
Things have been busy in Kansas, at least in my corner of the world. And though I haven't had a lot of extra time for writing, truth be told...I've been concentrating more on living life right now than writing about it.
With my daughter's graduation looming close on the horizon and end of the school year activities, I've been turning my attention elsewhere in preparation for the events ahead. And though I have a plethora of things to pen (or type in this case!) it's almost more than I know how to articulate.
On Saturday my daughter and two of her Forensics team members traveled to Regionals to compete. She and her partner scored I's in IDA and Duet Acting and will represent our school as they head to the state competition in a couple of weeks.
Their coach and teacher invited me along, and it was so much fun watching the girls as they soared to the top. We had such a great day; taking time for a leisurely lunch and shopping at the mall. We stopped for ice cream on the way back home and laughed so hard that we cried. The best way to spend time together.
Life has a way of keeping us stretched between all the things that we have to do. Sometimes we must make a conscious choice to put all of that aside and give ourselves permission to have a little fun. The roses are definitely beautiful when seen from afar, but there's nothing like experiencing their wonderful fragrance first hand.
This was definitely a day of roses.
Now that spring is finally here, may you carry a song within your heart, find laughter along your pathway and fill your pockets with the sweet aroma of the simplistic joys we are all meant to share.
This Kansas storm developed just to our east and was filled with a fiery temper that fortunately, just missed us. The top photo was taken with our first inexpensive digital camera. Unhappy with the inaccurate results, I grabbed my 35mm film camera, zoomed in a little closer and shot the bottom photograph. When I had the film developed, I was pleased to see that the color was exactly as it had been that night. I remember talking about this cloud at work the next day with others who were fortunate enough to view its terrifying beauty.
The story goes that one evening, when I was a little girl on the farm, my parents suddenly noticed that I was missing. In a family of eight it was easy for one member to silently slip away for a few moments before the absence was noticed, and such was the case this particular summer evening.
It wasn't long before I was found, fully clothed in the tub and having a grand time.
This picture of my own daughter having fun in the tub has always struck me as a deja vu. Though her bath was "on purpose", I seem to be looking in the mirror of yesteryear at the 2-year-old that I once was.
Though her hair was - and continues to be - red, the eyes say, that without a doubt, she's definitely my little girl!
At first sight, this picture depicts a lovely couple sharing a special moment behind a transparent netted mask. In actuality, it is my beautiful young grandmother, Fern Porter, being silly with her brother-in-law, Roy.
It's so easy to think, when viewing these old photographs, that everyone was stoic and serious behind the natural sepia of dust bowl days. How refreshing to know that when the surface is scratched the personality and fun shines through in an imagined - yet real - Technicolor that outlasts time.
I knew her only in her older years; a stately lady who never showed this side of who she once was. How I wish I could've seen her then, with all of her idiosyncrasies, imperfections and in the gloriousness of youth.
May we show to the world, not only who we appear to be, but who we are really. And may that reality bring a smile to light each other's pathway, as this picture does for me.
Recently my daughter went to an interview for a college scholarship offered through one of our local businesses. She came home distraught that afternoon, saying she hadn't done well and was frustrated that she hadn't given as good of an interview as she would have wished. I told her not to be so hard on herself, and to remember that more people would miss out on the scholarships than receive them. I explained that it was a good learning experience and was good practice for the future.
Today we attended a dinner and meeting where the winner of two scholarships would be announced. I watched as the 12 or so students took the stage and focused on my daughter's gentle smile. Despite her lack of confidence in how she presented herself at that interview, she was awarded a $1,000 scholarship towards next year's college costs.
She should have been excited, but I knew she would immediately be thinking of her friends who were also up for the award. It's hard for her to celebrate when she knows that others are let down. And with her usual grace, she checked any enthusiasm and cheered silently as she observed the solemn faces of her classmates, taking the attention off of herself and thinking only of them.
I know that she was not only chosen because she's intelligent on paper, but because she is real....genuine....and unintentionally charming. And because sometimes people aren't looking for the 'right' answers to questions, but to 'new' answers that are unrehearsed, fresh and straight from the heart.
So my beautiful daughter......Congratulations! I am so proud of you for so many reasons. And though you'll never give yourself the accolades you deserve, just know that you will always be a winner in my eyes.
Though this photograph was taken on a glorious evening last summer, I thought it was appropriate to post it now since today is my son's 16th birthday. What joy he has brought to our lives and how much more we have to look forward to. Happy Birthday, little fella!
This picture is almost 16 years old now. My son was just a few hours old, sitting here with his sister and me. It was a difficult labor and delivery, evident from my swollen face and the bruising beneath my eyes. But he was worth it.
My parents had left the morning before on a trip to Seattle to see my brother and his family. The last thing my mother said to me was, "Now Lori, don't have that baby while I'm gone!" Since I had 2 1/2 more weeks to go, I was confident she'd be back for his arrival. I still remember the shock in her voice when I called to tell her he was here.
And my little girl....just getting over an eye infection and overwhelmed with the appearance of this foreign little being. How could she know that he would become her very best friend.
I remember thinking, "My little family is now complete." I had no idea just how many wonderful days lay ahead nor the happiness that would be ours. I was 30 years old....and the world was mine with this bountiful lapful of blessings.