#162 I have never seen the Rock of Cashel, but that is about to change as tomorrow marks the day we arrive in Ireland, two days after I listened to U2, music on my iPad that just popped up when I was taking it out its militaristic shell of protection. catherinenglish 06-11-2013
#161 Packing my bags for the fellowship trip to Europe with my colleague and friend, Brenda Klawonn, two teachers who will be in Dublin on Wednesday morning, June 12. catherinenglish 06-10-2013
Sunday, June 9, 2013
#160 Joseph Charles English turns three years old today, and how quickly the time passes, once a ball of cuddliness and cooing, he is now crazy about Cars, Lightning McQueen, Doc Hudson, and To-Mader! catherinengish 06-09-2013
#159 Little Miss Rory with her grandpa, enjoying her time to be held and snuggled while big brother is consumed by birthday happiness! catherinenglish 06-08-2013
Friday, June 7, 2013
#158 Each time I log into my blog, I see this reminder from Julia Sullivan, and indeed, I try, each day, to be a good one. catherinenglish 06-07-2013
Thursday, June 6, 2013
#157 This spider plant is the first plant we ever had, back in 1979, started from a "baby" from Jer's sister Cheryl's "mother" plant, a humongous plant, hanging from her cathedral ceiling in the family room of her house in Fairbury. catherinenglish 06-06-2013
#156 Springtime in June is my favorite time of the year because everything in our yard is in full bloom; there isn't any other time more glorious. catherinenglish 06-05-2013
#155 We have always had a ficus tree in our house and this one will make the trip to Missouri as well, but I'm not sure where it will fit in such a small space. catherinenglish 06-04-2013 Ficus benjamina
#154 My 53rd birthday left a lot to be desired, an emotional downpour of grief and loss, and second guessing what should be a great joy and a sense of accomplishment after thirteen years of hard work. catherinenglish 06-03-2013
Sunday, June 2, 2013
#153 When Cindi got her English Setter, Jack, she gave us several plants because puppy Jack, being rambunctious in his back yard playground, didn't recognize the beauty of such lovely flora. catherinenglish 06-02-2013
#152 Anna and I cried together in the late afternoon, after she packed more clothes, donated her childhood books, and discarded memories, pieces of her past, the place she called home, fleeting as quickly as life itself. catherinenglish 06-01-2013
#151 Our back yard smells glorious in the spring, the scent of flowers greeting several species of birds, colorful displays of orange, black, red, and brown, and such melodious songs. catherinenglish 05-31-2013