Stop to smell the roses today, even if you have to go buy them yourself

Happy Sunday!

February is ending and March is near. The crocus and daffodil bulbs are peaking their little heads out of the ground. Soon, dear friends, soon we’ll see color on our landscape once more.

Happy Sunday!!!

I am thankful that God is so good and gives us such beautiful things to love and appreciate.

I am constantly awed by His sense of creativity.

All I have to do is look around to see His incredible works of art.

Happy Sunday my dear friends!

The leaves have almost all fallen now and the landscape now has a gray appearance. The remaining color is a blanket on the ground that will soon get crispy and brown too. Take time to enjoy these last few days of fall

Welcome November! Psst, let you in on a little secret. TODAY IS MOM’S BIRTHDAY. Now I know she will shoot me for ratting her out, but I know she would love to hear some Happy Birthdays from all her friends here in the blogosphere, don’t you think?

Oh the trees have been SO beautiful here this year, so colorful and vibrant. I know it has a lot to do with what a mild summer we had this year.

The air is brisk but the the sky is filled with a golden glow from all the terrific foliage.

God’s second spring, I believe.

“Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. ”

~Stanley Horowitz

“Even if something is left undone, everyone must take time to sit still and watch the leaves turn.”
-   Elizabeth Lawrence

Etta James first sang this song and made it a huge hit. I love a lot of her music, but this one seemed fitting for Sunday Pictures texturized with Florabella Textures. If you love photography, love Photoshop, check out their site. Some really inspirational, beautiful things to look at there. What is one of your favorite “Sunday” songs?

I want a Sunday kind of love
A love to last past Saturday night
And I’d like to know it’s more than love at first sight
And I want a Sunday kind of love
Oh yea yea

I want a a love that’s on the square
Can’t seem to find somebody
Someone to care
And I’m on a lonely road that leads to no where
I need a Sunday kind of love

I do my Sunday dreaming, Oh yea
And all my Sunday scheming
Every minute, every hour, every day

Oh I’m hoping to discover
A certain kind of lover
Who will show me the way

And my arms need someone
Someone to enfold
To keep me warm when Mondays and Tuesdays grow cold
Love for all my life to have and to hold
Oh and I want a Sunday kind of love
Oh yea yea yea

I don’t want a Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday, or Thursday, Friday or Saturday
Oh nothing but Sunday oh yea
I want a Sunday Sunday
I want a Sunday kind of love
Oh yea
Sunday, Sunday, Sunday kind of loooove