it is a lovely sunny day, we have a lot of them here to be honest. i don’t miss the cold and snow from New England, although i could do with a few more thunderstorms. we are planning to do a little cook out later, nothing fancy, probably hot dogs and potato salad. thanks to…
Month: May 2012
photography
#photoadaymay – something sweet
by Tara Jo •
Lofthouse frosted sugar cookies.. they are so tasty 🙂 i love them, but have to be careful, when they are in the house i will eat them all very quickly (often for breakfast with my coffee).
friday fictioneers, photography
hope
by Tara Jo •
Friday Fictioneer She saw the sign and decided to apply. Thinking as she filled in the blanks… no experience, no references, no chance. She waited for the call knowing what the answer would be but tried to keep her spirits up for their sake at least. Another day with no call, not a surprise, they…
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#photoadaymay – pink
by Tara Jo •
when we moved into this house, there were flowers everywhere, one of my favorites is the geraniums of many colors in the front and back yards. i am not a huge fan of pink, usually avoiding it if possible, but i do love these geraniums. if you would like more information on participating in FatMumSlim’s…
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#photoadaymay – snack
by Tara Jo •
i love snacks 🙂 i especially love snacks that have a healthy element and a junk food element 🙂 i had a get together with some friends to watch Downton Abbey Season 2, it was a marathon session starting at 11am and going on until around 9pm. we got through the whole season and the…
photography
#photoadaymay – grass 5/14/2012
by Tara Jo •
family, memories, photography
Happy Mothers Day! #photoadaymay
by Tara Jo •
Happy Mothers Day to my mom, over at Oldentimes.wordpress.com. she raised me up, taught me right from wrong, then at some point had to cross her fingers she had done it all right and stand back and let me make my own choices. hopefully, i have made more good choices than bad, and she is…
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thank goodness for moonlight
by Tara Jo •
Friday Fictioneer Wrapped like a mummy, nothing visible but a nose. Rustling sounds outside keep us awake. We know it is nothing dangerous, a chipmunk or squirrel, but the sounds are foreign, just enough to keep us alert. Time passes, a few whispers, a few giggles, a shush from the next tent over. The cold…