Amy's Place ... Poetry and Potpourri ... March, 2012

3-1-2012 | JustAmy; St.Louie1; MamaBear; Billie; Many Friends

[JustAmy]

Thank you, Meg.

Have a wonderful day.

[jaycee]

A real sweetie, Meg.

[jaycee]

I love this, Luv. So cute!!

[JustAmy]

That is so very sweet, SJB. Thank you.

I am thankful for all my AP Friends.

[jaycee]

Thank you for the lovely graphic and Yeats poetry, Conor!

[jaycee]

Thats lovely yorkie and I bet your guests always feel welcome at your place.

I have no birds but on the steps going upstairs from this room, I have a birdhouse on each step sorta under the bannister so to be out of the way of walkers. I love birds and houses, too.

Hope you’re having a nice day and are making much progress so you can get back to that trapeze act soon! Darn it, we need some entertainment around here! So get busy, girl! ((HUGS))

[JustAmy]

Your spring birds are so sweet, Meg. Thank you.

The weather has cooled here, but it should be back into the 70’s by the weekend.

Have a fun day.

[JustAmy]

That is a sweet hummingbird, Luv. Thank you.

Wishing you a lovely March and a beautiful day.

[Quix]

YOUR HOME WAS A TREAT ON ALL SUCH SCORES, YORKIE.

A TREASURED MEMORY, FOR SURE.

As was the lunch in Cottonwood, the last I saw you.

HUGS N HUGS.

LUB

[JustAmy]

Happy Thursday, Conor.

Thank you for “Red Hanrahan’s Song About Ireland” by William Butler Yeats. It is wonderful.

Wishing you a lovely spring and a Terrific Thursday.

[JustAmy]

Thank you, Yorkie. Yes ... that is a sad poem.

You have a beautiful, comfortable home, Yorkie. You make your guests feel welcome and loved.

Have a happy thankful Thursday.

[jaycee]

Have a Wonderful Thursday!

"Children desperately need to know - and to hear
in ways they understand and remember - that they're
loved and valued by mom and dad." ~Paul Smally~

“Whatever they grow up to be, they are still our
children, and the one most important of all the things
we can give to them is unconditional love. Not a love
that depends on anything at all except
that they are our children.”
~Rosaleen Dickson~

"Tears are words the heart can't express."
~Unknown~

[ConorMacNessa]

You're welcome, Jaycee! Hope you have a great Thursday!



Nos genuflectitur ad non princeps sed Princeps Pacem!

Listen, O isles, unto me; and hearken, ye people, from far; The LORD hath called me from the womb; from the bowels of my mother hath he made mention of my name. (Isaiah 49:1 KJV)

[ConorMacNessa]

You're welcome, Amy! Hope you have a great Thursday! The crocus and dwarf Iris in my front yard popped out today!



Nos genuflectitur ad non princeps sed Princeps Pacem!

Listen, O isles, unto me; and hearken, ye people, from far; The LORD hath called me from the womb; from the bowels of my mother hath he made mention of my name. (Isaiah 49:1 KJV)

[oldteen]

~As We Welcome March~

"Where Flowers Bloom, So Does Hope"
Lady Bird Johnson

The only thing we agreed on!

[potlatch]

A beautiful picture and a thought provoking quote! Checked in today because of Breitbart’s strange death. Pretty and sunny here in south Texas today, hope you have a nice weekend Amy!

[potlatch]

Your graphics are always beautiful and I had actually forgotten about it being the first day of March! Time goes so fast to me anymore.

Thank you for thinking of me Meg.

[oldteen]

Wonderful opening, but oh, so sad.

The thought of any child never feeling 'at home' in their own home is just heartbreaking. (I know there is a lot of it but, none the less, is just so tragic!)

[oldteen]

Mornin' DD!

I agree...I do sun-screen much better than gloves and scarves! :)

[jaycee]

I was so upset over his death....only 43! Strange, isn’t it?

Good to see you, potlatch! I haven’t been on Amy’s much as I’ve been down in my back. “Its always sumthin” as Gilda Radner always said. (I have a compression fracture in my spine and it has to be fixed as the pain is unbearable, even with pain pills.) Had a bone scan Monday and it confirmed the x-ray that I had the week before. My doctor is getting me an appointment with the doctor that can do these procedures.

Good to see you, potlatch!