I have always been drawn to white hydrangeas.
A few weeks ago, a friend gave me a special bouquet of soft pink and white hydrangeas from her garden.
For some reason, the white flowers lasted longer than the pink ones. I put the remaining white flowers into three separate
glass vases and set them on my dining room hutch. They lasted for two weeks, and made me smile
each time I walked past them.
Last evening, my sister-in-law showed me her gorgeous hydrangea tree,
overflowing with the most exquisitely beautiful white blooms.
I liked how there were touches of pink and green throughout each white hydrangea.
I knew there were white hydrangea bushes, but I never saw a tree with them on.
She hosted a dinner the evening before and used the flowers for her centerpiece. This picture does not do the centerpiece justice because I of the camera I had with me. She had candles and hydrangeas lined down the center of the table on a pretty linen runner. It added a lovely, yet simple touch of elegance to the table.
On another note...today is the first day of school for my grandchildren. I am sure we can all remember our first day of school. I can still feel the butterflies that I felt down inside me, as I approached the school entrance. My sister sent me the above picture last week. It was taken in 1965.
It is me and my brothers and sisters on one of our many first days of school. Oh, how I smile
each time I look at it. Interestingly, I clearly remember how "cool" I thought it was that my mother
made my sister a dress with the name "Barbie" on it, since that was her name:) My mother made mybrown and white plaid dress too. Actually, until middle school, she sewed all of our dresses for us, with her faithful Pfaff sewing machine.
Two special little ones ready to face a new school year, and no, their mother
did not sew their clothing:) You can see the bit of nervousness on their little faces.
I pray that they have another profitable school year ahead.
I pray for their teachers, their friends, and their safety as they begin this
new venture in their young lives.
Thanks so much for stopping by.
Can you remember your first days of school?