I am new at this. This blogging thing. Not sure what to do with it, how it works. However, like everything else, I'm just going to put my toes in the cool waters of blogging and see how deep I want to go.
I just completed my second wedding of the year last weekend, and must say, I love a January wedding. Of course, I like snow, so that helps. Well, and flowers too. We each view the world through the filters of our own minds, hearts, experiences, and passions. That being said, I view much of the world through the anthers of a flower...or maybe that would be the pistil.
And about flowers, last night I attended a medieval music concert at my kid's school. As I was listening to this raw form of music that seemed to vibrate off the veins of my ancestry, I began to think about how it reminded me of a flower in my garden. It was music in it's simplest form, but packed with so much beauty and depth...just like a flower. The hands that made those instruments, from the trees so carefully chosen in nature; whittled, sanded, polished into something that has the power to stir the human heart. As you've gathered, I'm a purist.