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I've been missing in action for a while. It may not even look like a hint of Spring is near but the blanket of white comes and goes in Upstate NY. While the gardens are still tucked in, I'm gaining momentum in my studio to unfold my ideas into Spring items for my shop.<br />
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Another December has come and will be gone in a few days. The anticipation of making it just right for my family has passed for another year. Every year I tell myself it is not about choosing perfect gifts for my family but I find myself thinking about each person for many weeks and hope the gift I match them with will be right.<br />
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This year family has changed in some ways. Not all could be gathered together even though they are quietly present in my heart. I found myself thinking of Jesus' mother. This song brings the miraculous moment in time to the heart of any believer as the gift for all time.<br />
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In all the Decembers of my life I cannot focus on any memory greater than this gift of God's perfect love. Merry Christmas and wishing you the love that has no season.<br />
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This April was almost 18 seasons of Springtime with my little yorkie. I had to say goodbye on Easter. This time of year will ever mark a day when my heart broke for my longtime loyal companion. I tried to prepare for this day as he was failing in health over many months and as my vet told me 6 months ago "he is just an old man in assisted living". Dog lovers and pet lovers know the agony. It is part of the commitment of sharing love with one dependent upon you for survival, affection and quality of life. Seeing him through to his last breath and bringing him back home again to rest beneath my daffodil gardens is done. I know I will add many beautiful flowers to his place of remembrance.</div>
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Many memories are tucked away in my consciousness for now. The journey of grief seems to unfairly bring forth the years of family snapshots crowding the mind and cascading the tears. One day they will bring such warmth and joy to my heart. For now, I just miss a little 7 lb terrier who when he was at his best, thought he was a lion.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00472374626861535552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220108142212760242.post-49344343585097878432017-01-01T18:02:00.000-05:002017-01-01T18:02:40.627-05:00HAPPY NEW YEAR 2017<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Wishing every person who takes a moment from their day to visit patricepastel a most wonderful beginning to 2017. Christmas holds its wonder for each of us. For me, I end up back into my childhood thinking of my grandfather who made everything special. I grew up having a real fir tree in the living room, stockings hung on the mantle, a roaring fire in the fireplace with chestnuts actually roasting on Christmas Eve and my mom playing classic Christmas carols on the upright piano. Oh, how I miss my grandparents! I have vintage ornaments I so carefully preserved from my grandmother. How would I know that as the years pass by each and every ornament would take me back to the smell and the sights and the feelings of being less than 5 years old?<br />
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May your Christmas hold memory that is kind to your heart. If it be past, present or a future memory that makes it dear - think on that! May 2017 be a year that brings you peace and hope and love. The God kind of love that never runs dry and restores.<br />
Best to You!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00472374626861535552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220108142212760242.post-52032798441134067132015-05-28T17:00:00.001-04:002015-05-28T17:00:16.664-04:00Finger Lakes Lavender Festival: Finger Lakes Lavender Festival 2015 Schedule/Activ...Always on my Summer Calendar <a href="http://fingerlakeslavenderfestival.blogspot.com/2015/05/finger-lakes-lavender-festival-2015_28.html?spref=bl">Finger Lakes Lavender Festival: Finger Lakes Lavender Festival 2015 Schedule/Activ...</a>: Festival Hours: Saturday, July 11 th and Sunday, July 12 th 9:00a.m. – 5:00p.m. Free Admission and Parking Saturday, July 11th ...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00472374626861535552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220108142212760242.post-20366253113755422782015-04-24T12:04:00.001-04:002015-04-24T12:04:44.498-04:00Bags and Totes <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Well, there are two ways I can look at this. The new year in my neck of the woods promises driving cold and freshly falling flakes. I either count the days till Spring ... or ... make every day count until then. So I'm busy in my studio, organizing, planning and sewing and staying warm. Even the birds are hiding today. Only 51 days till Spring ~ but who's really counting. <br />
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Like most everyone, life sometimes deals you unexpected times. I'm still in rebound mode from grieving a dear friend who endured a long uncompromising battle with lymphoma. Her name is Kathy. She may have left too soon for her family and all who love her. I could write chapters about her. Someday I probably will but for now the lines of life aren't very distinct, in fact, they are just a little blurred. I'm finding that the gift of friendship has no real beginning and no real end. And one day, I will see her again. So to those of you who know what I mean, take heart, this may be an approaching season for family and friends and for grieving too. It's okay. In fact, it's so okay that God started a chapter in His book that goes like this,<br />
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Well, it's November 1st and a really happy day for me. My yorkie made it to 15 years old! He's a Halloween baby. So my heart is grateful and since he has been my faithful little sidekick, it should be a productive Christmas season. I'm busy in my studio and soon will be offering some of my one-of-a-kind items for home, cottage, and gift-giving. </div>
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A peek into the New York State Fair Horse Building ...........There's just something extraordinary about being in the presence of these mighty draft horses.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00472374626861535552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220108142212760242.post-28323641556651814552014-08-22T14:45:00.001-04:002014-08-22T14:45:23.602-04:00A Summer Walk<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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My favorite times to unwind and gain momentum for the next project almost always comes from simply taking a walk. It's amazing how my mind clears and my spirit revives. It's August and I don't want Summer to end. So today, I'll see where this path leads me. Be still my heart. Although the days are filled with plans, this Summer day is mine and with every step I am renewed.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00472374626861535552noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2220108142212760242.post-89887745884212117812014-06-06T13:18:00.003-04:002014-06-12T10:16:53.019-04:00The Reward of Parenting<br />
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Thankful for my oldest son. He has always been our creative one. God blessed him with wonderful talent. What a joy when your child grows into the man you love and labor over for hours, months, years ... then one day, you breathe easier. It happens. Parents often ask me, 'does it get better'? My answer may not be a resounding <em>YES</em>. All I know is once you become a parent, you are always a parent. The thing that truly gets better is this; the role changes. Then one day you find yourself filling in the gaps of the past and always so grateful for the grace of God. Maybe part of the parent journey becomes clearer as you stood in steadfast prayer, waiting. That, I find, has been the answer. And the reward, oh so wonderful the reward, comes at the proper time.</div>
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The emerging Trillium takes my breath away each and every year. A quiet walk introduced me to a secret encounter with a forest floor of white. While sunlight danced from the canopy above, the white ladies swayed below to nature's acoustic music. I will never forget that walk and my senses will always recall that day.</div>
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It's been 7 years since I took that walk. Gardens hold memories though all our senses. Only yesterday I found a new patch of wondrous white in a woods behind my mom's home. It's a bittersweet life sometimes. Building is taking place in that woods. So I quickly picked up my mom to take her there and we basked in that moment that brought us back to the day when my mom could garden for hours and lose track of the time. Lucky for me our gardens hold the times we share as family. So another Mother's Day may come and go, but this time it's a sweet memory made where time stands still. Love you Mom, always! </div>
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