Monday, July 25, 2016

My garden. . .my happy place. . .

"We may think that we  are nurturing our garden, but, of course, it's our garden that is really nurturing us."  Jenny Upton     Endless Summer hydrangea and Souvenir De La Malmaison, an antique bourbon rose, growing in my little cottage garden.  I love to have my hands in the dirt working in my garden.  What are your favorite flowers?  Hoping you have had a good day!

Thursday, July 21, 2016

Dear friends,
I am once again able to upload images.  I changed my password so maybe this helped.  I really don't know.  All I know is that I am so glad I can blog again with images.  These hollyhocks remind me so much of my growing up days in New Mexico.  Hollyhocks really love the climate of the high desert.  One summer memory for me was sitting in the tree next to our house reading a book.  Trixie Belden books were my favorite.  I introduced Trixie to my granddaughter, Ally, and she loves her mystery books, too.  Well, enough of my rambling.  I hope to "reconnect" with you, my sweet friends.  Have a beautiful day full of peace and love.  Vicki

Saturday, January 10, 2015

You can find me on facebook. . .

Dear friends,
I am no longer blogging, but I have started a page on facebook called "Bunny Cottage".  I post pictures of my cottage garden and home each day.  I also post positive thoughts and scriptures.  If you would care to visit me on fb, I would love to have you come for a visit.  Always wishing you happiness, peace and love.  Vicki

Saturday, February 15, 2014

Dear friends,
I was never able to get any pictures to post.  So, I have started a new journal entitled "High Cotton".  You can find me and my new journal here at:  http://vzthompson51.wordpress.com  I hope you can stop by for a visit.

Sunday, January 19, 2014

Farewell for a while...

For some reason, I am no longer able to download pictures to my "Bunny Cottage" journal.  I am not sure what has happened, but I have tried several times over the past week with no luck.  I am thinking maybe I will not be posting for a while until this problem is fixed.  I just wanted to let you know how much I have enjoyed your friendship over these past years.  I wish you and your loved ones the very best.  I will miss you!

Saturday, December 21, 2013

It's a wonderful life. . .

 
"Look, Daddy.  Teacher says every time a bell rings
 
an angel gets his wings."  ZuZu Bailey, "It's a Wonderful Life"
 
"Remember, George:  no man is a failure who has friends."   Clarence, the angel,  "It's a Wonderful Life"
 
"Strange, isn't it?  Each man's life touches so many other lives.  When he isn't around he leaves an awful hole, doesn't he?"  Clarence, the angel,  "It's a Wonderful Life"

"A toast to my  big brother, George:  The richest man in town."  Harry Bailey,  "It's a Wonderful Life"

I love this movie and enjoy watching it every year at Christmas.  It teaches so many wonderful life lessons.  It is good to be reminded of the importance of love and friendship and family all year round.  Wishing you all the happiest of Christmases.  You are a blessing to me.

Sunday, December 8, 2013

O little star, you hold so many memories~

 
 
The above star was on my parent's first Christmas tree in about 1936. So, it is a little over 70 years old. My mother told me she thinks they paid about ten cents for it. It has hung on every family Christmas tree since 1936. My parents were married during the Great Depression so they had very little material things. My mom told me that my daddy worked all one autumn digging up tree stumps from a farmer's field so that they could afford a winter coat for my sister. What my parents lacked in material wealth, they had an abundance of wealth in what really matters: love and devotion for each other and for their family. After my parents went to heaven, I made sure that we carried on with the tradition of our Christmas star. When I put up my tree each year, the little gold star is the first ornament I put on. It always has a place of honor on our tree. This little star has seen the ebb and flow of life and the love that a family has for each other over these past 70 years. When my grandchildren come for Christmas Eve each year, I show them the Christmas star and tell them the story of our mom and poppie and the love they have for each of them. My dear sweet friends, thank you for letting me share the story of our Christmas star with you.