I have oohed and ahhed at seeing their formal portrait together.
Now, I must say that after having actually met
and held the Famous Princess Mirabell this past Friday that I was not prepared for what an absolutely beautiful bear she is in person.
she is indeed quite breathtakingly-
A most beautiful bear girl.
Her eyes speak volumes and she is dressed in such lovely antique clothing, complete with a tiny pale robin's egg blue purse and a sweet little cream silk parasol.
I was a little sad to have to put her back and wave goodbye to them.
I am so very happy and proud for Aleta
and I'm very honored to have been a small part of
her exciting journey into the Wonderful world of a bear maker's "Hall of Fame".
ps.I must apologize, Aleta, for not including our picture together...I'm afraid that whatever was on my camera lens marred our pictures, so if yours are much better, I look forward to seeing us both on your blog!
just about a month ago, I posted a photo of a new born fawn asleep in the new mint field, we could see his mother and tiny twin not far away.
just this past week, the twin's, now having grown quite alot and feeling quite bold now-
and with momma just out of sight busily eating the grass in the field next to my house,
came strolling into my garden from the poplar grove.
One is quite brave and the smaller is timid....
they are both about as big as a small dog with long long legs....
today they've been eating raspberries and they have found the newly weeded vegetable garden.
a perfect reason to not weed.
I am not a political person, but I am a praying one.
I am also a mother, a grand-mother, a daughter, a sister, a friend, a wife.
Watching my little grandchildren play across the lawn, our flag held high,
it just became even more clear to me
We need prayer for peace.
Not long ago my son and I stood at the grave of his good friend, a boy just like my boy, tall and strong, who grew up here, played here, rode his dirt bike, flying over the hills behind our farm, with my boy and other boys. They raided my refrigerator, the cookie jar, tracking mud in the house, doing all the things that boys will do. They grew up handsome, strong and tall. They all went off to college together and then...Tommy went off to war.
As we stood there together at his grave, the grass still brown, with my son's strong arm tight around me, I could feel him shaking.
I was overwhelmed with grateful and thankful prayers for Tommy and all the other men and women that have stood tall and strong and brave for us all
and thankful and grateful to God that my son was standing there with me...
and that all Mothers should have their sons and daughters standing with them.
And we do, these boys and girls who give all of themselves for us, fight for us and stand watch for us are all our sons and daughters. Making this country safe for all of us. A safe world for our babies and their babies to come.
I once read that if all the Mothers, grandmothers,wives, sisters and daughters of the men who are at war could all come together that there was nothing that these women could not heal with prayer in just one afternoon.