What am I?

I'm bugged.

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Not annoyed,

irritated

or even bothered.

I'm just bugged.

See what I mean?

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Are you bugged too?

Blessings,

Aimee

A Trip to the Past: Down to the Details

It's the details that make all the difference-

in food presentation,

a garden or park.

In photographs, artwork and crafts.

And in many historic homes and buildings.

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I just LOVE those details so I am always keeping an eye open for them--

so I can capture them forever--

in my mind and in a photograph.

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Memories filled with beautiful detail;

it's what life is made up of.

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Here are some we made at the Fort Vancouver Historic Site.

Beautiful lattice work and a chair inviting you to sit a spell...

and be at peace.

A tower --

inviting you to come up,

drink in a bit of peaceful solitude and look out on the quiet of nature.

A shiny covered porch with a railing that makes you go 'ah'!

It also makes me think I'm in love with shiny covered porches!

I want to live here...

or maybe just spend at least a few moments laying on this porch.

It's the same thing I want to do in a gazebo.

Windows--high above the ground.

windows for someone to look down from

and windows that make me others look up to.

Details,

yes they do make a difference.

May your life be filled with memories of beautiful details.

Blessings,

Aimee

Trip to the Past: More of the Fort Gardens and Fort

The weather continues gray and unsettled in the PNW, most days, so our field trip this week was changed from a planned outdoors one to an indoors one....that involved food.

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Real food,

a breakfast (in the afternoon) of real whole grain food,

and then a walk around to buy bags of real whole grain food,

off shelves full of the yummy real whole grain stuff!

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And our trip also involved a huge waterwheel.

BIG millstones.
All in and outside a red building full of real people,

who were there for the real whole grain food too.
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But all that will have to wait because we still need to finish our tour of Ft Vancouver Historic Site. I should confess that I've had a lot of guilt over leaving you guys stuck there, in the garden, for so long.

Considering how cold and wet it's been, that wasn't too considerate of me.

I'll try to be better:)

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So without further delay...a few more garden and fort (exterior) views-

This photo reminds me of my need to confess something else.

It's a simple confesssion.

Really more of a statement about me then a confession.

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I love, love, love this garden.

No snakes

(at least while we were there)

No weeds either.

(at least that I saw).

Sometimes I wish I was in the Garden of Eden before mankind had to leave there.

NO weeds or rain, watered at night.

I shouldn't complain though.

Hard work is good for you.

Makes you appreciate what you accomplish.

I am sure that volunteers or paid workers worked many an hour

to make this garden SO beautiful, and

I APPRECIATED their work!

And here are the teepees I mentioned. I've had a love affair with teepees ever since my family vacationed at Kah-Nee-Ta, a resort in the high desert of central Oregon. They have sun there--like 300 days or something. Of course they do have snakes there...

But they also have the best Indian fry bread in the world, hot springs that feed into enormous swimming pools, beautiful Indian dancing in the summer, real teepees and horses.

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But back to the gardens.

I love the yellow here, the split rail fence and the one made of branches.

I wonder if Farmer Boy would mind if we got rid of all the grass and just had gardens.

Probably. He loves mowing grass.

Well not really but he's awful good at it!

And another view of the fort and --- I believe -- an orchard.

--Next it's down to the details---

Blessings, Aimee

The Word on Wednesday

“Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.” Philippians 4:8 KJV

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Blessings,

Aimee