My Iris Honor Garden

When we moved to Hot 

Springs Village two years

ago today, I brought my

Iris bulbs with me. 

I built bed devoted to them.












I got them in the 

ground and a few of 

them bloomed the 

next year.  

This year they all bloomed.

'My Honor Garden'.  

I have named some of them after the special people in my life that gave me the bulbs from their garden. I do know that they have 'official' names, but in my garden they have been renamed.

Laura

Peggy

Odell

...and the rest of the collection

Memorial Day 2014

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

  That mark our place; and in the sky

  The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead.  Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

  Loved and were loved and now we lie 

     In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe;

To you from failing hands we throw

  The torch; be yours to hold it high.

  If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow 

   In Flanders fields.

Lieut.-Col. John McCrae
John McCrae was a member
of the First Canadian contingent.
He died in France on
January 28, 1918, after four years
of service on the western front.

SONG FOR SUNDAY

"Holly Holy"

Holly holy eyes, dream of only me
Where I am, what I am
What I believe in
Holly holy

Holly holy dream
Wanting only you
And she come
And I run just like the wind will
Holly holy

Sing a song
Sing a song of songs
Sing it out, Sing it strong
Yeah! Yeah!

Call the sun in the dead of the night
And the sun gonna rise in the sky
Touch a man who can't walk upright
And that lame man, he gonna fly
And I fly, yeah, And I fly

Holly holy love
Take the lonely child
And the seed
Let it be full with tomorrow
Holly holy

Sing a song
Sing a song of songs
Sing it out, sing it strong
Yeah! Yeah!

Call the sun in the dead of the night
And the sun gonna rise in the sky
Touch a man who can't walk upright
And that lame man, he gonna fly
And I fly, yeah
God (And) I fly

Holly holy dream
Dream 'bout only you
Holly holy sun
Holly holy rain
Holly holy love

North Carolina No. 29 of 50*

Ye Gads!  Has it been 20+ years since we made our trip to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina via Asheville and Wilmington, North Carolina?  Yes, it has.  It was a great trip.  We toured The Biltmore  Estates in Asheville; spent a night with our cousins in Wilmington on the Outer Banks; and landed in Myrtle Beach for the World Championship Amateur Golf Tournament (but that's another story:)

Then, again maybe I ought to tell the best part of it here since I have already been to South Carolina in my 50 in 50 State Blogs.

I don't remember much about the tournament since that was Chuck's thing.  What I do remember was 'antiquing, better known in my world as 'junkin', while he was 'golfing'.

*There it is on the left

Then, we attended at 'Tournament' function' and Chuck won a cut-crystal vase in a putting contest.  



However, the highlight of the trip and one we always tell when we get a chance is our first trip to an Outback restaurant.  We had an appetizer...a blooming onion...

The brownie
with ice cream
did us in!

Then, we each had an entree and shared at dessert.  After all, we were on vacation. Why not? 



When we got back to our hotel room all we could do was 'moan and moan some more':) 
It was a life changing event. From that point on we agreed to split everything...which we do with some success!

...and that is the rest of the story! 

*For "new to my blog" friends...on May 17, 2010, I visited Wisconsin.

 I can now say that I have been in, to or through all 50 United States.

 I am committed to make an Artist Trading Card "ATC" for each of

 the 50 States. 

Song for Sunday

Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the world

Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day

Thought for Thursday

My Dad used to say to me
"Can't never did do anything!"
Wonder if he got that from his Dad?

"The pupil who is

never 

required 

to

do 

what he 

cannot

do 

never does

what he can do." *

*From 'The Week', March 28, 2014. 

Credited with John Stuart Mill, 

quoted in the Monterey County, California, 'Herald'.