Bittersweet

Yes, I'm appalled at the unconstitutional actions in Iran and the loss of life. The Ayatollah was a despicable tyrant and I don't weep for him. But there are so many despicable tyrants in the world, some quite close to home. And I've already let my congressmen know my feelings.

But that's not what this post is about. 

                                                           

I've been using my down time to go through my photo files and get rid of duplicates and sub par or simply confusing (as in, why did I take that ?)pictures.

I came to several conclusions. I take a lot of pictures of critters, Josie, sunrises, trees, flowers, leaves, food, and not that many of other people, except on occasions like Christmas.

These pictures reminded me of how much has changed--and how much hasn't. Christmas looks much the same every year, the house also, though getting shabbier. There are always pets,though the cast changes. And the view and the flowers and trees remain the same.

This below was a wedding. Madelon, who was a part of the writing group that got me started was getting married and a bunch of us made a quilt. 

Alas, Madelon is gone now. And that's the bitter part of sifting through the past--so many folks who were a part of my life are gone.

As are beloved pets, my garden, the chickens . . . so many things that are no longer feasible or sensible for us now.

I'd almost forgotten that I once taught quilting at our local community college branch.

I must have taken thousands of day lily pictures over the years. I can't resist them.

A Thanksgiving meal that couldn't be beat--and another friend who's gone now.

And Dog Club--Maggie, Bear, and Jack, plus Eddie, an honorary member. All sorely missed. 

I deleted well over a thousand pics--my storage was getting full--but I have many left to remind myself of the joys of the past years.