Inside or Outside, if it's Saturday, it's PINK SATURDAY!

Well, I'm back to thrifting at Goodwill again this week☺ The little lamp above is still sitting around my house without a shade or a permanent place to rest itself, but I'm sure that over time the light will go on in my head and I'll know just where this cutie pie should spend some time.
As I was walking through my Goodwill Store it hit me, good grief, there they were, all lined up and set for their blogging debut! My local store arranges ladies' clothes by color and by size. So if you want a pink sweater or a pink blouse or a pink nightie or a pink shirt...there you go, all in a row! Of course, they also have other colors (go figure) but this is Pink Saturday so that's what I aimed my camera at for a photo or two. They sure make it convenient for you, don't they?
This bush is a part of the pink garden on the side of my house that I mentioned last week. Now, don't ask me what's the name of this flowering shrub because I lost the tag ages ago. But, if one of you can tell me, I'd sure be happy about that, especially since a friend of mine asked the other day and I had to tell her that I didn't have a clue. Every June literally thousands of blossoms pop out on this reliable stand-by to welcome summer into my neck of the woods. Did I tell you that I l♥ve pink?
Isn't this something? My Christmas cactus that turned into an Easter cactus a while back has now decided that it is going to be a Welcome Summer cactus! Talk about fickle! I'm just happy that it bloomed because the poor thing has been mangled by the lovely Miss Camille Suzanne numerous times over the years. It really, really has a will to survive!

Last week everyone fell in ♥ with Miss Camille Suzanne's little, pink tongue so I thought I'd close this Pink Saturday with another photo I took of her as she was washing her delicate pink and white toes! How do I get these pictures? Well, my camera sits by my laptop and there is a folded blanket on the table next to me so Camille can be near her momma to nap or to bathe and snoopervise! And, boy can she snoopervise!

That's it for me this week. Be sure to drop by Beverly's HOW SWEET THE SOUND, our hostess for this wonderful event. There is a list a mile long of gorgeous blogs that you can visit for a pink fix unlike anything in cyberspace. See you next week!

A rose by any other name would smell as sweet or would it...(Tiny Delights)

You take a walk early on a summer's morning and you see a yard that needs to be mowed. At first you might think that your neighbor needs to get out there and pay some attention to his lawn. Then, you stop, you look, you think. And then, you grab your camera and take a few photos.

Why do you disturb your summer morning walk to pay special attention to a space that most folks would consider unkempt? Because you see daisies, not weeds. You see small, adorable, little daisies with perfectly soft and white petals surrounding a sunny, yellow button face.

Beauty truly is in the eye of the beholder. If hundreds of years' ago someone would have tagged these cutie pies as a flower and not a nuisance, you'd see them in a whole different light. You'd think that the owner of the home was so fortunate to have a field of flowers right outside his front door.

It's interesting, isn't it, how we can see something as a pest instead of a blessing all because long ago someone else, that we never knew and who is long gone, made a decision that flowers as adorable as these little daisies should be mowed down and mulched. You wouldn't do that to your petunias or your impatiens, would you? You just might if some unknown person a long time ago decided that they should be classified as weeds and were a lawn pest to be eradicated.

Later today the home owner's yard man came by and cut down these little sweetie pies. I don't know if they'll grow back to the beauty I saw this morning. I hope so, because they reminded me that I should seek to know people and to evaluate what I see by looking deeper than just at the surface.

Tiny Delights

Most of us miss out on life's big prizes. The Pulitzer. The Nobel. Oscars. Tonys. Emmys. But we're all eligible for life's small pleasures. A pat on the back. A kiss behind the ear. A four-pound bass. A full moon. An empty parking space. A crackling fire. A great meal. A glorious sunset. Hot soup. A cold drink. Don't fret about copping life's grand awards. Enjoy its tiny delights. There are plenty for all of us. ~author unknown

Happy Father's Day to my dad...wish you were here

Vincent Joseph, 1911 - 1999

He never missed a Veteran's Day to put flags on the graves

My dad, the man responsible for my birth. The man who sheltered me from many storms and who created a few storms for me to survive. I miss you. I miss our weekend phone calls. I miss you calling me, "little girl" when you thought I needed some of your advice. I even miss you telling me that I didn't know what I was doing and to listen to your solution to my problems. You fought in World War II becoming a part of the Greatest Generation. You became history. You are my history. I always loved you and I love you still.

Happy Father's Day