Friday, November 20, 2009

Last Yellow Rose and the Parachute

A rosebud still braving it in Ohio just at the door of our new home for 2 days....I couldn't help myself, I had to help myself to it for furthwe study and what a joy it has been!
The Tim Horton cup comes in handy...I so often am rewarded for not throwing things out right away and use comes again to what might be trash.
Parachute game....Mama has to smile with her efforts to keep the assorted balls aloft. Laughter is such an essential skill in aging. I am keen on it myself. Mama and I laughed together...it is one of our best means of communication. Mama's roommate Eunice sits to her left. She hears so little but she loves my smile. Sad how we sink within ourselves as we age.

6 comments:

Cattail Farm said...

Maybe sinking within ourselves is not sad..maybe we are traveling back through our lives in our memory--stopping at each sunny or wistful moment with a smile or a laugh...that is what I hope anyway.

Dianne said...

the rose is stunning, and even more so in an ordinary coffee cup
lets the rose shine without interruption from a fancy vase

the parachute photo made me smile

thank you for your kind comment

Jeane said...

hello Maggie - a rose in november - a wonderful treat - yes, sinking into ourselves, like packing ourselves up for the last trip.....

Maggie Neale said...

Oh Marybeth, nice to receive your comment here...wistful moments.

Maggie Neale said...

hello Dianne, thanks for stopping in. I bet the photo of my sister that I took last night and will post later will make you smile also.

Maggie Neale said...

jeane, great new photo of you! I like the way you put thoughts into words.