Wednesday, July 14, 2010

One or two things that I like

I do love a good glass or two of bubbles! The strawberries can be a bit sweet, so I don't over do the fruit. Bubbles yes, fruit no.



I love it when my kids make me things, like a love-heart made with shells on a cold beach visit.




I love to visit (old) cemeteries - visiting is better than going there to stay I would think, for now at least.  




7 comments:

...louciao... said...

A glass, without too much fruit (why waste bubble space?) for each hand seems a sensible approach to enjoying oneself. And gifts from the heart made by one's offspring are such treasures: I still have a few little "love nots" (she meant "notes"--at least I believe she did!) that my daughter would leave in places, such as my sewing basket for me to find. And old cemeteries, I find intriguing to wander through as well. We are fam-i-lee!

Stickup Artist said...

I too love wandering about old cemeteries. Since I've been in Southern California I've noticed that quite a few people picnic at the gravesides of departed loved ones and I think it a lovely idea. I've never seen this done before.

Right now I'm enjoying an icy cold Negra Modelo, so Cheers!

kj said...

love love love the hearts, sag.

i look for hearts everywhere now, and i find them in the sky, the trees, in rocks, and oh how wonderful to see one made of beach shells crafted from deep love


kj

Steve said...

More bubbles, less fruit. That's always my top tip for alcohol.

The Sagittarian said...

Louciao-Oh we must have a family reunion! How about when we get our pub up and running??

StickUp-The only thing icy cold here is outdoors! However, there is so much history in cemeteries, don't you think? My daughter's thinnk it's creepy, but I really like it.

kj-you can find hearts when you loko hard enough eh? Great days to you. xx

Steve - I think we might be related as well...

...louciao... said...

Okay, I'll start making the nametags.

Owen said...

No need for a name tag for me, there will be only one toad present...

Now, where's my glass ??? Hold the strawberries though, I'll nibble them on the side, and thus have more space in the glass for the important stuff...

(it goes without saying I think by now that I love old cemeteries and the history therein, not to mention gifts from daughters...)