
Okay! I wanted to show you what I have sitting on my breakfast room table today! Flowers!! I know you're not surprised since most of us place flowers on our tables from time to time. :)


I'm joining Our Dear Mary at Dear Little Red House for Mosaic Monday,
Our Dear Susan at Between Naps on the Porch for Met Monday,
Our Dear Cielo at The House in the Roses for Show Off Your Cottage Monday,
and
Our Dear Marty at A Stroll Thru Life for Tabletop Tuesday.
Our Dear Susan at Between Naps on the Porch for Met Monday,
Our Dear Cielo at The House in the Roses for Show Off Your Cottage Monday,
and
Our Dear Marty at A Stroll Thru Life for Tabletop Tuesday.
Make sure you pop in to see the Most Dear Hostesses and see all of the talented ones around The Land of Blog.
Be a bunch of sweeties,
Shelia ;)
I'll leave you with a little Note Song~
Be a bunch of sweeties,
Shelia ;)
I'll leave you with a little Note Song~
Ripple
If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung
Would you hear my voice come through the music?
Would you hold it near, as it were your own?
It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken
Perhaps they're better left unsung
I don't know, don't really care
Let there be songs to fill the air
Ripple in still water
When there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow
Reach out your hand if your cup be empty
If your cup is full may it be again
Let it be known there is a fountain
That was not made by the hands of man
There is a road, no simple highway
Between the dawn and the dark of night
And if you go, no one may follow
That path is for your steps alone
Ripple in still water
When there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow
You who choose to lead must follow
But if you fall, you fall alone
If you should stand, then who's to guide you?
If I knew the way, I would take you home
~sung by The Grateful Dead
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung
Would you hear my voice come through the music?
Would you hold it near, as it were your own?
It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken
Perhaps they're better left unsung
I don't know, don't really care
Let there be songs to fill the air
Ripple in still water
When there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow
Reach out your hand if your cup be empty
If your cup is full may it be again
Let it be known there is a fountain
That was not made by the hands of man
There is a road, no simple highway
Between the dawn and the dark of night
And if you go, no one may follow
That path is for your steps alone
Ripple in still water
When there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow
You who choose to lead must follow
But if you fall, you fall alone
If you should stand, then who's to guide you?
If I knew the way, I would take you home
~sung by The Grateful Dead
