I love old music, it sparks something in me, and changes my character for a few minutes behind the curtains. I have the oldies station on and it makes me smile and dance as though I belonged to that generation. It's in my veins and I feel I owe this to all my grandparents. They have been my core, my teachers, my influence in life. Perley, the green thumb genious, whom exhausted me as a child and made me wish I paid more attention as an adult. I'm lucky to still have my grand-mothers that I adore and still influence who I am.  Leader of the pact  comes on and I start thinking a different meaning because of my grand-fathers illness. I think of my brothers and how my grand-father has been their world, their leader since they were infants. We were fortunate enough to live on connected property so the everyday business of wondering where are the boys was not really a question of "where are the boys?" because we always new they were in the garage with the frenchie, our grand-father and their father, JR. As young adults now, they know family is core and carry that family traditional which makes this sister proud.  They are gentlemen, they are wise asses, they "know it all", they shovel and plow and rake our family plot which is a big deal back east, they are kind, generous, and have their grand-father in their lil souls.  I guess the point to this entire post is that I am surrounded by all this love and reminded about how love should be....so sincere, so extreme, so real, and so long...forever committed, forever loved. I see this in my grand-parents and hope that I am able to someday have my own love story that is real...old school and forever...love you Gerard. 

 

This is an original victorian photograph with a bride wearing a corsage.

A little more inspiration...

On my lunch breaks I spend it under this tree...Chinese fringe tree from Taiwan. The fragrance is intoxicating.