BelieVe

wHeN YOU BelieVe iN a tHiNg, BelieVe iN it all tHe way, iMplicitly aNd uNquestioNable..........

~with Shiju Thiruvalla aNd Shibin John Tvm
MEF's EmpoWeRiNg WoMeN aNd MoRe

FeeliNg Wicked

I haVe had tHe opportunity to get to kNoW a veRy special woMaN aloNg my Life's JourNey aNd couldn't resist iN sHaRiNg her adoRable taleNts as my way to say "tHaNk YOU" for stReNgth aNd couRage she has taught me to haVe.

~FeeliNg a bit Wicked~

Eve made aN adoRable HalloWeeN caRd iNspiRed by her gRaNdchildReNs costuMes
through a bReW of sNake oil aNd Witch Hazel.
With her faithful Copic MaRkeRs iN haNd for sMoke dRipped caNdles aNd staMps, a dash of Glitter aNd 'Close To My Heart' paper aNd felt; coMes a potion of festiVe cReAtiVity that I couldN't resist iN feAtuRiNg for this tiMe of year.
I haVe watched Eve with her aRtistic abilities, cReAte adoRable cRafts iN expressing her loVe for her children aNd gRaNdchildReN aNd tRuly adMiRe her iNneR stReNgth.
A woMeN I will alWays look up to with a haNdful of 'Wicked LoVe'

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Pretty Soul

~quote by deSigNeRbRaNds

aRt in Review

Cherish the moMeNts that fill your heaRt with meMories that teach you to soar. Take fRoM those precious tiMes aNd be huMbled to waNt to learn moRe. A faMily can give you stReNgth in ways that you never iMagiNed. That give you the ability to fly, the courage to explore but most of all the ability to love yourself moRe. Hardships will coMe aNd good will follow, there is always tiMe to poNdeR for what may coMe toMoRrow.
Hold those you loVe dear to your heart aNd draw stReNgth fRoM the past. In tiMe you will discover that it's the learning fRoM the meMories that foReVer last.
GiVe tHaNks for expeRieNces that coMe fRoM your faMily,
for oNe day they may guide you to your life's jourNey aNd path.

This elegaNt fall cReAtioN repReseNts the bouNtiful beauty that coMes
fRoM the growth aNd blessiNgs that a faMily can provide.
No faMily uNit is peRfect aNd we all have different expeRieNces
but it's what we take fRoM those tiMes
to help us in our personal jourNey in life
that can ultiMately make us a better huMan beiNg

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deSigN #144 FaMily MeMoRies
oRigiNal Issue Date: October '2010
*PeRsoNal Dedication
MakiNg MeMoRies Upholstered Brads
Poetic GaRdeN Baubles
Prima Script FloWeRs

FalliNg iNto ChaNge

a fRieNd reMiNded me receNtly iN my tRaVels, that I foRgot to "take my life back" what bold woRds to tRuly liVe by these days as this leg of tHe jouRney has been like a 'Tom Sawyer aNd Huckleberry Finn' Book. HoppiNg fRoM oNe spot to tHe next, always curious aM I, neVer to rest loNg eNough, I tRade my tEa bag iN for aN old stick to use as my fishiNg pole. DaNgliNg my feet oVer tHe bRidge, soakiNg up the last of tHe Indian SuMmer. It has been notHiNg less tHaN that of a veRy peculiar season iNdeed aNd 'takiNg my life back' seems to be tHe next step.
October caMe iN like a sileNt heArtbReAk yet left me with a gaRdeN full of aNticipatioN aNd hope iN tHe foRm of meNdiNg. iMpRiNted iN various shades within my heaRt, my eyes see shadows oNce reMeMbeRed iN tHe trees near by.
tHaNkiNg my HeaVeNly FatHeR for tHe bouNtiful haRvest of color, I look within the details of MotHeR NatuRe. LeaRniNg that it's oNly natuRal to tHiNk that tHe possibilities could be eNdless for me to fall iNto cHaNge with each tuRniNg of a leaf. So with my fishiNg pole iN haNd aNd my haNdkerchief of tReAsuRes within my heaRt, i'M sloWly gaiNiNg a whole new perspective oN life, as I look to uNdisoVeRed paths just beyoNd tHe riVer beNd.
FalliNg iN loVe with tHe days eNd, neVer to foRget those woRds oNce wRitteN...

"Quick to leaVe aRe tHe meMoRies we expeRieNce
but they aRe suRe to last iN tHe heArt foReVeR."

ChaNge is good aNd so is aWaitiNg uNexploRed expeRieNces. It seems to me that Tom aNd Huck Finn had a pretty good idea tHeMselVes; they neVer kNeW wHeRe they weRe headed iN life but they alWays stayed oN tHe saMe course together. It's kiNd of like this... I figuRe with HeaVeNly FatHeR by my side, it's got to couNt for soMetHiNg wHeN I exploRe new adVeNtuRes iN life, aNd tRustiNg iN cHaNge is oNly goiNg to take me fuRtHeR iN wHeRe I waNt to go. "Blessed Be aNd Marry PaRt" to a season filled with cHaNge.

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BegiNniNg

as suMmeR begiNs to fade iNto a daRk light of new begiNniNg, cHaNgiNg of tHe seasons eMeRge aNd so does tHe woNdeRiNg spiRit who loVes to dReAm...
iNcased iN a sHadoW of sileNce coMes a beauty of uNique deSigN,
fRagile fRoM a woRld left beHiNd.
RaptuRed iN a moMeNt iN tiMe, displaying stReNgth within tHe spiRit beNeAtH her wiNgs. Delicate staiN glass wiNdoWs reflect with claRity
as she prepares to soar iNto a new hoRizoN.

~fRoM a dRagoNfly to a faiRy, whatever your heart may see,
it's tHe coNstaNt faith iN belieViNg that will alWays help YOU see your dReAms.

a faiRy she does appear, perched upon a bRaNch or peRhaps a dRagoNfly iN waitiNg, eNduRaNce aNd faith of a bRaNd new staRt. A season full of gRoWiNg, a cHaNce to discoVer new jourNeys ahead...

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Poetic GaRdeN News

aRtist RestiNg

Poetic GaRdeN is takiNg a ‘seasonal’ restiNg peRiod aNd will be back soon.
In tHe meAntiMe, YOU aRe welcoMe to view tHe 3D Scrapbook aRt woRk aloNg with aN iN depth look iNto each cReAtioN heRe oN tHe main website blog or at:
www.kkrafts.blogspot.com
~Blessed Be aNd tHaNk YOU to all who haVe left their coNtiNued kiNdNess
iN tHe gaRdeN this year.

Through the Looking Glass

biRds need feediNg aNd tHe day is alMost doNe, been iN deep prayer lookiNg, disbelieViNg yet curious to kNoW moRe... aRticulatiNg aNd breaking up each woRd, bReakiNg doWn each HeaRtache shattered oNce befoRe iN this book.
I aM moRe tHaN ceRtaiN I caMe fRoM a place that makes moRe seNse to my spiRit yet mocked just tHe saMe iN tHe woRld I liVe iN.
Staying tRue to foRm, my uNique deSigN tHe wiNgs YOU do not see, fRagile, left iN pieces to collect tHe stRiNgs that bRoKe aNd left me frayed...

Today maybe a day I walk aWay fRoM oRgaNized ReligioN aNd follow my oWn "ooak" path hoMe to my HeaVeNly FatHeR. I kNoW he loVes me, tHe issue all my life is accepting aNd loViNg ME. foRgiViNg ME, tRuly loViNg all of ME
I'M coNtiNuously beiNg blessed though my days aRe haRd. For eVeRy step foRwaRd, he tRuly listeNs fRoM tHe HeaRt.
He kNoWs what I need to tHe poiNt of meRcy, he tests me iN high tide oNly to fiNd that I doN't haVe to run with tHe otHeRs to feel accepted, I can walk with him aNd stay dRy...
HaVe faith iN eVeRytHiNg I do, tHe absolute poWeR is BelieViNg iN oNeself.
It meaNs to take all tHe good with tHe bad, to sin with no sin aNd loVe thyself thick aNd tHiN.
I recogNize my cross iN life, oNe I chose early on, a warrior,
I wear like a weapon I bear oN my HeaRt.

Maybe woRds aloNe caN't meNd a BRokeN HeaRt, maybe sHoWiNg means moRe to a woNdeRiNg HeaRt, tHeN that of a bRokeN soul... LoVe!

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tiMe of Gratitude

I should be gettiNg my 'food staMps' heRe soon but it's tHe iN betweens that matter tHe most. Grateful for tHe oppoRtuNity to get up eVeRy siNgle day aNd woRk. For eVery day I woRk, I need a day of rest puttiNg foRth all my effoRt aNd might iN doiNg my best. It was oNly yesterday that I left eVeRytHiNg I loVed, eVeRytHINg that mattered tHe most. tRaVeled oN a jourNey that most wouldN't uNdeRstaNd, no matter how maNy ways I tell it. But what I caN"t seem to get right or maybe I doN't kNoW aNd would appreciate tHe help... oh do let me tRy to explain

I get up daily aNd do what is asked, I peRfoRm my coMmitMeNts aNd do my huNdRed tasks. I house clean at hoMe tHeN study for woRk, if i'M lucky I will reMeMber to eat, no desiRe soMetiMes because it huRts.I'll take my mediciNe to help me aloNg tHe way, i'll head out tHe door but not befoRe I pray. GiViNg tHaNks to all of those who help me, fRoM a car to reNt aNd food. For helpiNg me get back oN my feet again fRoM liViNg iN a suitcase or tWo.It wasN't so bad YOU see, grateful iN eVeRyWay, meetiNg BeAutiFuL people aNd gettiNg a coNstaNt cHaNce to say... "tHaNk YOU" for all tHe support they gaVe.

If iM lucky my wiNgs will flutter aNd my days tuRn iNto weeks, of beiNg able to staNd each day aNd do my tHousaNd tHiNgs.I will giVe to aNotHeR what has been sHoWn to me, it may not be as Big as gift but they aRe tRuly meaNiNgful to me.Each day I aM grateful to wake aNd see tHe woRld, be able to gaRdeN still iN my life aNd do tHe tHiNgs I loVe. No matter tHe lack of rest I get, it matters just tHe saMe, to coNstaNtly giVe back for all YOU help me with iN soMe old fashion way.

But my effoRts to show my appreciation I caN't seem to coNvey, not eVen a siMple woRd has aN iMpact these days. Sadden by tHe tHiNgs I leaRn aNd see that aRe not tHe saMe to me. I'M tRyiNg to keep up with all of my might but my might is not eNough YOU see? My pace is always sloWer but my effoRts aRe just tHe saMe, grateful always for those who paVe tHe way for me. I may haVe to wRite it or cReAte it through my aRt aNd wHeN i'M stRoNg eNough to fly, i'll woRk iN soMeoNes yaRd. I'll eVen make a saNdwHicH or tWo at a deli shop doWn tHe street.

I'll eNd my days iN pRayeR tHaNkful for each of YOU. For helpiNg me get back oN my feet aNd tHe ability to suRviVe. Most of all for helpiNg me keep my dReAms aliVe!

~Tell me and I forget. Teach me and I remember. Involve me and I learn
Benjamin Franklin

aRt in Review

"Grateful for tHe lil' tHiNgs that neVer seem to go aWay, tHe oNes that aRe loyal that neVer seem to fade. They're wHeN YOU need tHeM aNd neVer break stride, tHe oNes that liVe deep iNdside. WoRds not often spoken that can iMpact a life, yet forgotten so maNy tiMes. When we need tHeM tHe most, they soMehow appear reMiNdiNg us of tHe siMple tHiNgs we hold dear..."

oNe of tHe fiRst oRigiNals cReAted fRoM tHe 'Life's JourNey' liNe. A peRsoNal faVoRite, as I began to let go aNd tRust iN me moRe. I recall exactly wHeRe I was aNd how I was feeliNg at this moMeNt iN tiMe. MissiNg fragile pieces, loNgiNg for loVed oNes, fiNdiNg a way to express what my heart was tRuly feeliNg iNside.
HappiNess iN meMoRies that coMfoRt, while seekiNg Joy iN daily life to make us grow stRoNgeR aNd press foRwArd. A tiMe that tRuly tested my faith aNd eNduRaNce, neVer to giVe up aNd to coNstaNtly fiNd hope through woRds of MotHeR NatuRe aNd tHe aRt that's iMpRiNted oN my heart.

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deSigN #110 'Grateful'
Original Issued Date: April '2010
*PeRsoNal Dedication
Poetic GaRdeN faiRy StoNes~ tiMeless woRds
MakiNg MeMoRies {Note WoRthy} Brads
PriMa floWeRs

Through the Looking Glass

it's a day late aNd a dollar short... my biRthday, that is ~lol. NoNe tHe less I will take this day for what it's woRth as I fiNd myself writing with tHe raVen oN my old wooden desk, tRying to make seNse of so maNy tHiNgs at this age.

{tHe MoMe Raths sigN says, "we aRe not to know eVeRy twist aNd tuRn of life..." Yet tHe Dodo BiRds say that I haVe to run with tHe otHeRs}

A lot to process aNd aRticulate, gettiNg absolutely no wHeRe running with tHe otHeRs, yet feeliNg suRe of tHe yesterdays for eVery toMmoRrow I liVe, iN tHe diRectioN I seek to go.
Perhaps my babble has tHe best of me, let me see if I can bRiNg a bit of claRity...

A spRite youNg heart with woRn out wiNgs, wiser by tHe day; that wHeN I do what is right for me, it eNds up beiNg tHe right way... to what it is I aM searching for.
CoNfused by eVeRyday woRds, Church doctriNe, law, scieNce , phylosophies, maNkiNd. So quick to waNt to coNfoRm my ideNtity.
{Ruled oVer by tHe Mad Queen of HeaRts, "we aRe not alloWed to be iNdiViduals"}
FiNdiNg myself soul searching eVeN moRe now, perplexed, I tuRn to
16yrs of coMpressed research iNto a 2yr kaleidoscope {aboVe tHe door} oNly to fiNd that tHe woRld I write makes moRe seNse these days tHeN tHe coNfoRmed oNe I liVe iN.
An opportunity to follow my oWn heart aNd do what is right for me.
LiViNg tHe oNe 'stoRybook' wHeRe I get to tHiNk for myself for oNce, use my heart to navigate. Using my yester~years as a stepping stoNe for what my toMmoRrows may bRiNg.
A new seNse of faith, a whim, doesN't matter, it feels all tHe saMe.
RealiziNg that I neVer missed tHe boat iN life after all.
IM right wHeRe I should be... flippiNg through tHe pages already written. Grateful for tHe wiser years giVen, while discovering aNd dReAmiNg of tHe new path of my veRy oWn toMmoRrows.

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GaRdeN feAtuRe

gettiNg back iNto tHe gaRdeN this year has been quite tHe leaRniNg expeRieNce
iN ways I neVer iMagiNed.
But tHeN again wHeN YOU teNd to dReAm all tHe tiMe
it's not a haRd tHiNg to do... iMagiNe that is.
When it becoMes reality, is wHeN YOU staRt woNdeRiNg if YOU really aRe dReAmiNg.

It's been a haRd jourNey retuRniNg to what I loVe doiNg tHe most;
bRiNgiNg to life a gaRdeN aNd establishing a new hoMe for those lil' oNes we teNd to foRget.
I was giVen aN oppoRtuNity this season to express my skills aNd taleNts, which I aM tRuly grateful for but what I ultimately got back iN retuRn has been unexpected gifts of
tRue coMpassioN, support, uNdeRstaNdiNg aNd kindness.
RetuRniNg to teNd to gaRdeN needs, I discovered new accessories that had been nestled within the floWeR beds. PeRsoNal reMiNdeRs that show me tHe iMpoRtaNce of dReAmiNg
aNd to neVer giVe up oN tHe eNduRiNg yet BeAutiFuL process of it all.

"To neVer belieVe iN possibility or to neVer haVe hope iN tHe uNkNoWn,
is a woRld I couldN't iMagiNe liViNg iN"

"tHaNk YOU" to tHe Mercik faMily for belieViNg iN tHe iMpoRtaNce of dReAmiNg aNd for bRiNgiNg to life a New hoMe for tHe faiRies fRoM my gaRdeN to yours ~Blessed Be

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faiRy StoNes

iNtroduciNg a New Season of Poetic GaRdeN
faiRy StoNes

{a gift of iNspiRatioN a tiNy bit of hope a place of woNdeR
a spaRk of Magic for the Soul
tReAsuRes left unseen, tRiNkets nestled aMoNgst the forest floor...

the faiRies took me to a place I remember a place I have been before
visions and iMages kept within my dReAms, a place within my HeaRt I have seen
never to forget or part from what I know
an oRdiNaRy Miracle a seed of wisdom I will always have
for what my gRaNdMotHeR taught me and what I will forever hold
faiRy StoNes left behind a gift to me was left to fiNd
as a reMiNder of what my HeaRt can see
a gliMpse of the wiNgs she has given to me}

~~~
Glass {faiRy StoNe} Baubles, captuRiNg dReAmy iMages
that can be used iN aNy aRt, ATC, ACEO, Craft, Scrapbook Project

Details & ListiNg NuMber: {out of stock}
*fall collection available for a short tiMe

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Dedicated to HeaVeNly FatHeR, my children aNd my faiRies

SuNday Music

a new gaRdeN fRieNd caMe by receNtly aNd left this soNg oN my doorstep. I waNted to sHaRe this with YOU. Great woRds to reMeMbeR aNd liVe by...

deSigN #153 'Colors of tHe HeaRt'

a HeaVeNly BeAuty oNce foRgotteN, she looks within herself
bRoKeN iN a beAutifuL mess, colors written within her heart
of woRds she oNce read...

"Beauty is not iN tHe face, it is a light iN tHe heaRt" ~khalil gibran

Rich textures begin to eMeRge, lookiNg deep within these layers
bRaNded by a geNtle reMiNdeR of her HeaVeNly FatHeRs {loVe}
each color as aN eMotioN, as iNgRedieNts peRfectly deSigNed
to show tHe iNdiVidual BeAuty of oNe's HeArt ~ Soul & MiNd

'ooak' deSigN #153 'Colors of tHe HeaRt'
iNtroductioN to fall ~ New Season
{no loNgeR available}


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dedicated to my HeaVeNly FatHeR, my children aNd my faiRies

~Blessed Be fRoM my gaRdeN to yours

For tHe Birds

tHeRe is notHiNg moRe peaceful tHaN to listen to biRds siNg
aNd it would be haRd to iMagiNe a gaRdeN without lil' hoMes
for the musical feathered fRieNds
Perched oN tiMbeRs aNd Posts, a collection of aNy biRd houses will do
a peRfect nesting feature to haVe,
syMbolizes gratitude for MotHeR NatuRes cReAtuRes

plaNts: 'Globosa', Yew, Hosta, Delphiniums, MotHeR of Thyme
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ExploRe

Captivated by the rooms within my heart,
I begin to explore the space between no tiMe.
Heartbroken yet loNgiNg to know moRe, placiNg eVeRy piece iN plainview.
Perched with my aRms wide open hopiNg to balaNce oN aNy ouNce of wiNd...
Weak, bRoKeN fRoM tHe yesteRdays, neVer to be uNgRatefuL for tHe uN toMmoRroWs that aRe still yet to coMe, tHe oNes that bRiNg soRroW, hope aNd uncertainty. NeVer kNoWiNg but cliNgiNg to tHe shear possibility of a new hoRizoN, liViNg iN tHe heRe aNd now, gRaspiNg for air to take flight. Butterflies stRiNg my wiNgs as I soar harmoniously within each breeze, haViNg faith iN the tReAsuRes I haVe yet to exploRe within tHe dReAms of my miNd
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{free falliNg} iNto tHe aRt studio for a while, your welcoMe to explore...

~Blessed Be fRoM my gaRdeN to yours
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Through the Looking Glass

fouNd myself wRitiNg with tHe RaVen today wHeN I should be woRkiNg iN tHe gaRdeN... so much to do. tHe eNtiRe day fRoM tHe moMeNt I woke up to this veRy moMeNt I post this aRt JourNal eNtRy at 5:47p.m. Utah tiMe.
A 'Yin~YaNg' kiNd of day has coMe oVer me {like a giaNt title waVe of life, neither Good Bad or in diffeReNt is tHe saMe as sayiNg... I feel like I grew up like a GiaNt Roller Coaster iN life} aNd as paiNful aNd scaRy that process was... I wouldN't cHaNge this moMeNt iN my life for aNytHiNg...
after seaRchiNg my trusted Wikipedia oNliNe, I discoVeRed this woRd that best describes what I aM feeliNg iN my life at tHe moMeNt

Surrealism is a cultural movement that began in the early 1920s, and is best known for the visual artworks and writings of the group members.

Surrealist works feature the element of surprise, unexpected juxtapositions and non sequitur; however, many Surrealist artists and writers^[who?] regard their work as an expression of the philosophical movement first and foremost, with the works being an artifact. Leader André Breton was explicit in his assertion that Surrealism was above all a revolutionary movement.

Surrealism developed out of the Dada activities during World War I and the most important center of the movement was Paris. From the 1920s onward, the movement spread around the globe, eventually affecting the visual arts, literature, film and music of many countries and languages, as well as political thought and practice, philosophy and social theory.

haViNg a surreal moMeNt, ironic that it happens to fall oVer tHe 4th of July weekeNd aNd within tHe saMe moNth as my biRthday... I will take this surreal moMeNt for all that it has to offer aNd coNsideR it peRfect this day foRwaRd...

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MeNtal Notes

I stepped outside oNto my poRch this moRniNg, greeting tHe moRniNg air, I fouNd myself takiNg {meNtal notes} of my surroundings aNd this is what oNe of those meNtal notes looked like...

"If I had waited for maybe aNotHeR secoNd, I tHiNk I would haVe captuRed tHe most peRfect paiNtiNg. I haVe been a photographer for as loNg as I can reMeMber that I was cReAtiNg scrapbook aRt WoRk. I liVe aNd see life aNd my surroundings iN 3D. YOU may see oNe shade of green oN trees, I see seVeRal. YOU may see just a typical moRniNg sky but I see soMetHiNg diffeReNt. UsiNg aN older model Cannon Power Shot aNd no iNhaNciNg fRoM aN old veRsioN of iphoto, I tHiNk I did a pretty good job seeiNg what God waNted me to see this moRniNg"

HeRe's to a BeAutiFuL Day of what YOU may see iN life aNd to 'MeNtal Notes'

PEACE fRoM {oNe heart} to aNotHeR

~poeticgarden.com facebook notes...

Powerless 'Say What YOU WaNt'

aRt in Review

If a dReAm means cleAniNg house like CiNdeRella or weediNg iN a gaRdeN bed, tHeN couNt me iNto 'Life' because i'M not goiNg to cHaNge who I aM for tHe sake of beiNg {your} right.
A bohemian chic of liViNg, suRe happiNess aNd joy, though I woRk iN a fashion that is not always iN. I'll neVer look tHe paRt but always set tHe tReNd, of haViNg a miNd of my oWn aNd neVer giViNg iN.
It matters moRe to make iMpact iN a cReAtiVe kiNd of way, iN hopes that it might help aNotHeR iN soMe old fashion way. I will take my sun spots, my worn out haNds aNd wear tHeM proudly like tHe latest tReNd.
It woN't matter if my clothes aRe toRn, what matters is that I do. I will neVer fit tHe 'noRm' because of what I kNoW is tRue. I aM not what YOU cReAte because I haVe my oWn to deSigN. I caN't apologize for beiNg me iN a woRld that doesN't fiNd iNneR Beauty beiNg diffeReNt iN aN eccentric kiNd of way fRoM what I do or cReAte, eVeN iN what I say.
My haNds may not be delicate iN a pRiNcess kiNd of way but rather staiNed with diRt or blisters iN a giViNg soRt of way. But I must woRn YOU, I will neVer look tHe paRt of what it should look like to liVe fRoM tHe heart.
SweepiNg floors or pruning, it all eNds up tHe saMe, a dReAm may neVer look faNcy but it helps me fiNd my way, through a life that I do not fit iN but loVe just tHe saMe...
Because it teaches me how to be uNique iN a BeAutiFuL soRt of way.

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deSigN #148 'Inner Beauty'
Original Issued Date: November '2010
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MakiNg MeMoRies {Note WoRthy} Brads
Webster's Pages 'Your Life. BeAutiFuL'

GraNdma's GaRdeN

it's iMpoRtaNt to haVe a special place to sit witHiN your gaRdeN
a place to haVe peace, poNder aNd reflect
aN old Blue beNch reMiNds me of my gRaNdmas 70's retro style kitchen cHaiRs.
tHe back door cracked open just eNough to catch tHe sceNt of old Boxwoods aNd soMe how I staRt iMagiNiNg big blue pots draped with strawberries, aNcHoRiNg a peRfect spot for tEa
CreatiNg a precious meMoRy that takes me back to those siMpler tiMes of pickiNg Strawberries aNd cliMbiNg Apple trees iN gRaNdmas gaRdeN

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Poetic GaRdeN News

Poetic GaRdeN has updated it's {website} aNd iNvite YOU to taKe a peak
iNto seeiNg what's New... www.poeticgarden.com
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tiMe of Gratitude

I aM tRuly huMbled by tHe aMouNt of support I haVe recieVed iN my life's jourNey receNtly aNd waNted to take a moMeNt to say "tHaNk YOU". I was faced with aN eNduRaNce challenge that quite hoNestly took me off my feet. HoldiNg my breath, addiNg it up or tRyiNg to piN it all doWn but I caN't aNd I doN't tHiNk I eVeR will.
I haVe so much to say but caN't seem to express it quite fast eNough. I woNdeR if... oh bother let me see if I can explain this a better way...
fRoM tHe tiMe that Poetic GaRdeN announced updates of tHe new expaNded product liNe, so much has happened. Neither good bad or iNdiffeReNt, it will neVer make aNy seNse, so rather tHaN tRyiNg to explain tHe details, I will just wRite...
Of all tHe trials aNd tribulations that I had to go through in a veRy short period of tiMe, I aM tRuly grateful for a gift that was giVen to me.
HaViNg to pause to re focus eVeRytHiNg iN tHe gaRdeN. I realized it staRted makiNg seNse...
yesterday I was out collectiNg spRiNg weeds aNd fouNd myself sayiNg sileNt prayers uNdeR my breath, hopiNg that my woRds would be heard by tHe 'daNdelioNs' I iMagiNed that with eVeRy seed that blew aWay iN tHe wiNd, was a tRial that fadded aWay fRoM my life. UsiNg this as a great visual throughout my prayer, I staRted heaRiNg tHe biRds siNg aNd tHe tears began to flow. I realized that I had not heard this type of siNgiNg iN such a loNg tiMe, a tRue testament of how BeAutifuL MotHeR NatuRe is wHeN YOU need to hear her tHe most...

tHeN tHe {addiNg up paRt} began to siNk iN wHeN I discovered a quote that was posted oN facebook

{ "Stress Kills. A mortgage is not worth dyiNg for. Once YOU realize daNdelioNs aRe edible, YOU know YOU aRe alWays taken caRe of." ~by Markus Rothkranz }

tHaNk YOU for helpiNg me make better seNse of it all... 'life' that is aNd your coNtiNued coMpassion aNd belief iN Poetic GaRdeN, I couldN't be wHeRe I aM today without each aNd eVeRyoNe of YOU. ~Blessed Be fRoM my gaRdeN to yours www.poeticgarden.com

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Through the Looking Glass

it's tiMe that I just let go eVeN moRe iN my life... lettiNg go of {fear} that is. But if I could wRite tHe woRds I really waNt to wRite, i'M afRaid of aNotHeR bRoKeN heart. At tHe eNd of each day as I lay my head upon my pillow, I stuMble of what to say aNyMoRe of what to wRite or soMetiMes forgettiNg how to really breath...
coNfused, lost iN tRaNslatioN waNtiNg to get so much out of my heart oNto these pages of my life but afRaid to breath aNd let my pen just wRite aNd hope that it takes me soMewHeRe that will make moRe seNse to me. CoMpassioN, tRuth, uNdeRstaNdiNg, kiNdness aNd loVe within the heart of maNkiNd. I feel as though I haVe been 'sucker puNched' iN life... fRoM eVery geNre sort of speak, eVery aspect has been flipped upside doWn within the past year aNd woNdeR if I eVer did really fall doWn a hole, absolutely dazed aNd coNfused.
Neither good or bad but left feeliNg extReMely heart bRoKeN if that makes seNse? I feel as though I lost soMetHiNg aNd caN't seem to fiNd my way or peRhaps it's just lost iN tRaNslatioN aNd what I mean to say is...
I doN't seem to kNoW which way to go, I aM tRyiNg to add it up aNd piN it doWn but I just caN't. At soMe poiNt it made total seNse to me aNd now not suRe aNyMoRe.
If I could just go back for oNe day, is tHeRe such a tHiNg of borrowed tiMe?
To look through tHe 'haNdbook' of life to peRhaps fiNd moRe aNsWeRs, to make better seNse?
I'M afRaid that life oNly alloWs me to say what I really waNt to say within a 30-60 minute tiMe peRiod so I often doN't souNd like myself. I haVe been told tiMe aNd tiMe again iN life to just {show~do} Let go, tRust haVe moRe faith but I fiNd myself wakiNg up to soMetHiNg that doesN't make seNse to me. My jourNey has aN extreme hold oN me aNd it's all I can do to take deep breaths. I feel as though my hour iN self expression is up aNd my tiMe wRitiNg with the RaVeN has caught me couNtiNg sheep.
So for now I will take oNe step iN fRoNt of tHe otHer aNd coNtiNue to wRite within these pages aboVe the door, hopiNg that it will guide me back to wHeRe I waNt to go iN not beiNg afRaid to discoVeR...
aRt JourNal of ~poeticgarden.com

aRt Studio

Back iN tHe aRt Studio again... soRtiNg out my Life's JourNey through my cReAtioNs while speNdiNg tiMe with tHe faMily. YOU aRe alWays welcoMe to look aRouNd witHiN the gaRdeN.
tHe {kkrafts.blogspot.com} liNk which is the oRigiNal establishment iNto the Craft~Scrapbook GeNre; takes YOU iNto a moRe 3D peRspectiVe of wHeRe tHe oRigiNal portfolio caMe fRoM.
~Blessed Be fRoM the 'hobbit house' of poeticgarden.com

peRsoNal Dedication

wHeN tHe WoRld is daRker tHaN I can uNdeRstaNd
wHeN notHiNg turns out the way I planned
wHeN the sky turns grey and theres no eNd in sight
wHeN I caN't sleep through the loNely night

I turn to YOU
Like a floWer leaNiNg toWaRd the sun
I turn to YOU
Because YOU aRe the oNly oNe
{Who} can turn ME around when i'm upside down
I turn to YOU

wHeN my insides are wracked with aNxiety
YOU have the touch that will quiet me
YOU lift my spirit. You melt the ice
wHeN I need iNspiRatioN, wHeN I need advice

I turn to YOU
Like a floWeR leaning toWaRd the sun
I turn to you
{Because YOU aRe the oNly oNe}
Who CAN turn me around when i'M upside doWn
I turn to YOU

wHeRe would I be? What would I do?
If YOU never helped me through
I hope someday if YOU lost your way
YOU could turn to ME like I turn to YOU
I turn to YOU
Like a floWer leaning toWaRd the sun
~soNg by Melanie C


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Through the Looking Glass

I've had to take a few days off aNd giVe myself soMe aloNe tiMe; wRitiNg iN the wiNdow aboVe the door, tRyiNg to uNdeRstaNd... it's a tRustiNg soRt of motion i'M goiNg tHrougH. CaN't eVeN seem to wRite what I really waNt to. NotHiNg good, bad or iNdiffeReNt, let me tRy to explain...
I should haVe announced the gaRdeN wiNneRs fRoM the 'MotHeRs Day' tEa paRty by now but fouNd myself haViNg to put 'life' oN pause for a moMeNt aNd speNd soMe quality tiMe with my kids. The siMple tHiNgs... mom iN the kitchen cookiNg, while the souNd of Harry Potter is playiNg in the back gRouNd. I needed to eNjoy this, the eVeRyday stuff. EatiNg diNneR at the table together, heAriNg tHeM chat about life... beiNg a faMily together.
So wHeRe does the tRustiNg paRt coMe iN? woNdeR wHy I eVeN wRote that woRd to begiN with...
TrustiNg moRe iN the daily moMeNts iN life, ratHeR tHaN woNdeRiNg what coMes next, what I haVe to do tomorrow or the next day or eVeN the week or year after that. TrustiNg moRe iN the quiet {heRe aNd now moMeNts} of life. TrustiNg iN lettiNg go of the {what if's} iN life.
I need to soRt my feeliNgs out moRe but fiNd myself feeliNg like tHeRe is a tiMe coNstRaiNt of wHeN I should haVe all these eMotioNs figuRed out. YOU would tHiNk between eVeRytHiNg I do eVeRy day, I would haVe it coNcise aNd doWn to an exact scieNce by now but I doN't aNd not suRe if I eVeR will, not suRe if I waNt to. I tHiNk for now, I just waNt to tRust iN tHe {heRe aNd now} moRe... So for now heRe is wHeRe I will be, iN the wiNdow aboVe the door, wRitiNg with the RaVeN iN my aRt JourNal... aNd I pRoMise I will keep YOU posted oN wHeN I do figuRe soMe of those tHiNgs out.
~aRt JourNal of poeticgarden.com

MotHeRs Day CoNtest

tEa tiMe moMeNt~
i'Ve been goiNg tHrough so maNy mixed eMotioNs the past few days, that seemed to haVe taken me off guard. I didN't tHiNk "MotHeRs Day" would iMpact me the way it did.
Usually it's customary to aNnouNce wiNneRs on the day of a coNtest but how do YOU eNd a 'tEa paRty' that was made fRoM heAveN? Let me explain...
I cReAte {for} the faiRies. So eVeN in my daily routiNe of life, it is who I am, it is who I woRk for. After all {they} haVe tRuly helped me out iN my life aNd haVe blessed me moRe tHaN I can put iNto woRds. So eVeN if YOU doN't belieVe in faiRies, the question still reMaiNs the saMe, Why? why did I choose this caRd for YOU?
Here I was, so focused oN YOU receiving tHis 'GreetiNg CaRd' fRoM the faiRies, that I foRgot about me. What I mean is... "Oh botHeR" let me tRy to explaiN this aNotHeR way...
wHetHeR YOU woRk for facebook {blogger} or 'twitter' or peRhaps YOU doN't, the fact still reMaiNs the saMe. I just waNted to say "Happy MotHeRs Day" to YOU.

I will post the wiNneRs fRoM the "MotHeRs Day" coNtest sHoRtly
eNjoy your GreetiNg CaRd fRoM a 'tEa PaRty' Made iN HeAveN
~Blessed Be fRoM Poetic GaRdeN

Gift to a MotHeR

iN a caRd that was cReAted was a message made for YOU...
The Card I chose for "MotHeRs Day" is my gift I wRite to YOU.
The gift that HE has giVen is the gift I giVe to YOU.
That a precious boNd was giVen befoRe our tiMe oN eaRth
A gift HE gaVe was giVen, like a motHeR {she} was Hers.
What a GraNdMotHeR gaVe, was giVen in a message deSigNed for YOU...

{faiRies I see aRe aNgels Dressed~up iN Butterfly wiNgs}

So no matter how I cReAte it, this caRd was Made for YOU,
as my "MotHeRs Day" present giVen a Gift I giVe to YOU.
a woRldwide 'present' for all of those who caMe
to a 'tEa PaRty' made in Heaven that was written just the saMe...

{Every MotHeR has a 'Story Book', a place for her to dReAm.
A place wHeRe faiRies can fLy like aNgels Dressed~up iN Butterfly wiNgs}

'GreetiNg CaRd' dedicated to my Heavenly Father
"Happy MotHeRs Day"
fRoM www.poeticgarden.com

MotHeRs Day CoNtest

On December 2nd, 2010 Poeticgarden.com wrote the fiRst eVeR

'liVe' GreetiNg CaRd on Facebook.

"A giRlfRieNd is oNe of the best eMbellisHmeNts

you can have to a cReAtive woRld" ~poeticgarden.com

the gaRdeN is haviNg it's {2nd Annual} facebook 'liVe' tEa PaRty coNtest
in HoNoR of MotHeRs Day

hidden beneath the wRitiNgs aNd riddles fiNd the {message} that was written

in the StoRy Book of Poetic GaRdeN this past week.

StaRt at the {tiMe of Gratitude} page below aNd READ your way up

DoN't foRget to check facebook aNd 'twitter' The White Rabbit has wRitteN a lot of clues to help YOU discover what's iNside the 'GreetiNg CaRd'

What do you tHiNk the next Poetic GaRdeN 'GreetiNg CaRd' will Read?

Post your aNsWeR by May 9th, 2011 on aNyoNe of our oNliNe gaRdeN liNks

{blogger, twitter or facebook}

The fiRst TWO gaRdeN fRieNds that POST their aNsWeRs of what the
{message} Reads

will receive Priceless 'ooak' aRt Pieces fRoM the Gallery Vault

Winners will be announced

{CoNgRatulatioNs to KaReN aNd tHe Mercik's}

~wHeRe iMagiNatioN aNd Discovery CoMe aliVe

Through the Looking Glass

eNricHed is how i've been feeliNg this week, didN't tHiNk I would get much tiMe to wRite my thoughts doWn. Well heRe I am up in my {wiNdow above the door} wRitiNg in my aRt JourNal. I fiNd myself cHaNgiNg moRe each day UpoN how I SEE 'liFe' How I actually 'tHiNk' aNd 'liVe' YOU SEE a WoRld for how it is. I SEE a WoRld of how it should be... YOU see?
Oh Rats, ok let me tRy to explain this aNotHeR way. Why is a Raven like a wRitiNg desk? for the saMe reason that a wRitiNg desk is like a Raven. YOU SEE? Precisely My poiNt Exactly! which is why there is no better way tHeN to say just this...

I'm a Real Estate AgeNt for faiRies (cRicket moMeNt, I know just hear me out)

I cReAte actual HoMes for faiRies. I also go in search of existing hoMes wHeRe faiRies like to liVe. Ok now that I have that written doWn... let me see, if my woRds doN't becoMe riddles fiRst, I will do my best to explain... fRoM how I wRite to how I speak, I iNteRpRet what the faiRies tHiNk. SoMe see tHeM as aNgels aNd I SEE tHeM with wiNgs, iMagiNe if WE all just saw tHeM as just oNe tHiNg. iMagiNe if you liVed in a faiRy WoRld, NOW iMagiNe what this woRld would look like...
How would you describe it? How would you SHOW soMeoNe what your 'faiRy WoRld' looks like to you? Would you use cRayoNs aNd staRt dRaWiNg or pick up a paiNt bRush aNd staRt paiNtiNg? or maybe a pen to wRite it all down or seNd a message by text? Take a picture aNd seNd it by eMail or peRhaps 'twitter' it all iNstead...
I've been 'BloggiNg' on Blogger aNd even 'iNstaNt Message' a few, woNdeR if all that modern technology will do...

To Show YOU my StoRy Book i've cReAted for YOU

fRoM a caMeRa to a coMputeR or fRoM a paper to a pen, my haNds I giVe in giViNg, it is how I tRuly liVe. So if it's fRoM a Picture, Greeting Card or two or fRoM a 'quote' on Facebook it's my Scrapbook Gift to YOU.
Now that i'm doNe wRitiNg, oh I do hope you uNdeRstaNd, why a Raven is like a wRitiNg Desk like a pen beneath my haNd...
YOU will always fiNd me woRkiNg with my faiRies, soMe see aNgels iNstead, I SEE tHeM with wiNgs of guidance of how to tRuly liVe. ~fRoM the aRt JourNal of poeticgarden.com

ViNtage Cupcake

tHeN tHeRe aRe days wHeRe all I CAN do is jourNal aNd pRay.
WoNdeRiNg what to say...
I staRt reMeMbeRiNg the fiRst tiMe I met my Best fRieNd TiffaNy, 7yrs is a loNg tiMe. To have met her wHeN she was a MotHeR of oNe to her daughter Kylie, now a motHeR of two boys, Braxton aNd Mason. Such a woNdeRful day we had gettiNg caught up on life at ViNtage Cupcake this past week. With her two boys in haNd, we weNt about our day gettiNg what we needed doNe; wHeN it coMes to life sorts aNd such "business as usual" of beiNg Best fRieNds, I guess you can say.
She has seen me go through quite a jourNey in my life aNd has always been there through thick aNd tHiN. At tiMes I fiNd myself tHiNkiNg that there is no way I could have goNe through moMeNts without her as my side~kick paRtNer in cRiMe. She iNspiRes me as a motHeR, fRoM her hoMeMade recipes, to her adoRAble modeRn day Betty Crocker approach on life. She seems to make beiNg a MotHeR siMply effortless aNd tiMeless. If she is not teNdiNg to the Chickens for fResh eggs, she's teNdiNg to her faMily in a hoMe grown soRt of way.
Discussing life, woRk, faMily aNd meMoRies over scrumptious tEa aNd Cakes. Like woRds out of a StoRy Book page...

"A giRlfRieNd is oNe of the Best eMbellisHmeNts you can have to a cReAtive woRld."
Here's to 'bRoKeN down toasters' of beiNg a Mom, tEa tiMe with a fRieNd aNd sHaRiNg our Life's JourNey together in a viNtage kiNd of way.

www.vintagecupcakebakery.com
(I was good, No cupcake was harMed in the makiNg of this day)
~aRt JourNal of Poetic GaRdeN

tiMe of Gratitude

"It's that tiMe again in the gaRdeN to express our most huMbled tHaNk You's aNd gratitude for the coNtiNued support in seeiNg Poetic GaRdeN grow. The aMouNt of accoMplisHmeNts could not have happened without each aNd every oNe of YOU. Through haRdsHips, gRoWth aNd coNtiNued self~discoVeRy, YOU have helped this gaRdeN develop iNto a patcHwoRk of tiMeless meMoRies. If you have visited this gaRdeN at oNe poiNt in tiMe, your footpRiNts will still be left on our paths as a way to say "tHaNk You" for helpiNg our gaRdeN grow.
We have coMe a loNg way in such a short tiMe. A few updates that aRe takiNg place...
Poetic GaRdeN will be lauNcHiNg it's '2011 Collection fRoM the 'Life's JourNey' liNe aNd iNtroduciNg iNto the gaRdeN Three New faiRies. Both addiNg such a wHiMsical flare to aNy Magical StoRy Book.
Without all of YOU, Poetic GaRdeN wouldN't have grown so much aNd be where it is today. By your kiNd woRds aNd actions, YOU aRe helpiNg us rebuild our Non~Profit ReadiNg Program aNd would be appreciative of your coNtiNued support through out this new season as we striVe to bRiNg the Magic back iNto ReAdiNg.
We also have been given a great opportunity to connect with a few schools in Indonesia aNd look forward in sHaRiNg their progress with you as we dReAm woRlds apaRt.
We value aNd appreciate your coNtiNued geNeRosity aNd caRiNgNess. It's iMpoRtaNt that we coNtiNue to sHaRe with YOU the iMpoRtaNce of dReAmiNg. fRoM tiMeless moMeNts captuRed through 'ooak' cReAtioNs or disCoVeRiNg the magic in your own gaRdeN... we iNvite you to coMe aloNg with us on a New JourNey wHeRe iMagiNatioN aNd 'Self' Discovery coMe aliVe through MotHeR NatuRe.
tHeRe aRe always New tHiNgs sprouting up in the gaRdeN aNd caN't wait to sHaRe tHeM with you this coMiNg season. Here's to discovering your footpRiNts ~Blessed Be fRoM www.poeticgarden.com "

aRt in Review

DeSigN #123 GraNdMas faiRy GaRdeN

My eyes gAzEd across the GoLdEn HuEs a WoNdErLanD of color cream, white and shades of blue. Touching every thistle, every blade of grass, smelling the sWeeT aiR and feeling the morning dew in between my TiNy ToEs.
I reached to catch the ButteRfliEs and poNder the thought of riding on dRaGoNfly WiNgS as they DaNcEd around my head. I looked to the sky to follow their sHimMeRy trails noticing the big puffy white clouds rolling by leaving a soFt bReEze on my TeNdEr cheeks and a gEnTLe wHiSper in my ear.
The sWeet sCeNt of wildflowers mixed with an orchard of granny smith apples was my HeArts awakening to a mAgiCal place not often seen. For the faiRies had come to play with me in gRaNdmAs gArDeN for the day leaving my soul with such pEaCe.

8x8 'ooak' Scrapbook aRt WoRk
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Original Issued Date: JuNe '2010
K&CoMpaNy, BoBunny, My MiNds Eye
Poetic GaRdeN faiRy StoNes
MakiNg MeMoRies, Prima Flower Collections

"tHeRe aRe two oRigiNal aRt Pieces that I did that left me feeliNg like I had tRuly woRked with my gRaNdMotHeR. FeeliNg the waRmth of her slight nudge for me to do soMetHiNg just peRfectly. SuRe it's oNe tHiNg to cReAte with diffeReNt eleMeNts but it's aNotHeR wHeN you aRe beiNg guided of wHeRe to put tHiNgs.
All the way down to the deSigN of the paper, I was re cReAtiNg a moMeNt in my life. A moMeNt that brought me such peace aNd claRity. Early moRniNg rise to a crystal blue sky with the taRt sMell of Granny Smith apples. Just those details aloNe always brought me back to my gRaNdMotHeRs backyard. The actual pRiNt of this paper by My MiNds Eye, helped me visually show a pattern that was so common on my gRaNdMotHeRs dresses. The White Flowers syMboliziNg the puffy white clouds that caMe rolliNg in by mid day, air so crisp, clean aNd fResh. As I set out on my moRniNg adveNtuRe searching for faiRies in my gRaNdMotHeRs gaRdeN. " ~Poetic GaRdeN aRt JourNal

Twig Collecting

One of the tHiNgs I eNjoy doiNg is exploRiNg uNique aNd out of the way places. This is where I teNd to fiNd iNspiRatioN fRoM the faiRies. A few years ago I discovered a produce staNd not too far fRoM me aNd often fouNd myself day dReAmiNg of wHeN I could go back. I receNtly had a cHaNce to do just that aNd what I fouNd was a well loved faRm with such rich history aNd soMetHiNg you would fiNd out of a Story Book.
CalliNg him the 'stick guy' for maNy years, Lyle Dabb established his laNd in 1972 aNd seNse tHeN he's been producing aNd selliNg everything fRoM Willow BraNches, Wreaths fResh Produce aNd moRe. Nestled iNto the couNtRy side of Ogden, Utah, Lyle's produce staNd iNvites people of all ages to explore not just the fResh produce but for soMetHiNg a bit moRe Magical.
A place where faiRies loVe to live...
Old Red BaRns still staNd the test of tiMe while years worth of haRd woRk aNd deteRmiNatioN aRe collected iNto thousaNds of buNched bRaNches fRoM Lyle's near by faRm.
I love using hoMegRoWn bRaNches in my floRal deSigNs but most of all I love coMiNg to Lyle's Produce StaNd to be iNspiRed by his aMaziNg ability to bRiNg natuRe to life in it's truest foRm, a pRiMe spot for faiRy 'twig collecting' iNdeed.
I caN't wait to go back aNd discover a moRe detailed look beHiNd Lyle Dabb's Produce as he takes me on an adveNtuRe exploRiNg the couNtry side in a way you've never seen it befoRe. tHaNk You, Lyle for your aMaziNg taleNts with MotHeR NatuRe aNd for beiNg such an iNspiRatioN to me.

Lyle Dabb Produce
Ogden, Utah
Vegetables, Dry Flowers aNd Wreaths
~www.poeticgarden.com coNtiNued featuRe