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:  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.  

Monday, November 11, 2013

It is not happy people. . .

who are thankful.
It is thankful people
who are happy.
I love this time of year, don't you, dear friends?  It is a wonderful time to think on all of the many blessings we have especially the blessing of living in freedom in our wonderful country of America. Today, on Veterans Day, I take my hat off to all of our veterans, my two sons included, who have served so faithfully.  I have found it to be true, the more thankful I am the more I realize I have so much to give thanks for.  I hope you are having a blessed day today.  I am very thankful for each one of you.  Love and blessings to you!

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Black and Gold. . .

Everything is black and gold,
Black and gold tonight:
Yellow pumpkins, yellow moon, yellow candlelight;
Jet-black cats with golden eyes,
Shadows black as ink
Firelight blinking in the dark
With a yellow blink
Black and gold, black and gold
Nothing in between
When the world turns black and gold
Then it's Halloween!~Nancy Byrd Turner
This poem brings to memory many Halloweens passed:  Trick or Treating as a young girl in New Mexico,  then getting my sons ready for Trick or Treat and always reading this very same poem year after year with my students in school.  Today, I look forward to Trick or Treat with my precious grandchildren.  What autumn memories do you have, dear friends?  Many happy ones I hope!