Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
Statistics
We looked inside some of the posts by whitestringofpearls and here's what we found interesting.
Average Info
Notes Per Post
4
Likes Per Post
4
Reblog Per Post
0
Reply Per Post
0
Time Between Posts
3 months
Number of Posts By Type
Text
5
Photo
7
Last Seen Tumblr Blogs
Fun Fact
Hackers stole 65M passwords from Tumblr in 2013.
Text
He was the best dog in the whole world. We told him that all the time. The. Best. Dog.
2 notes
·
View notes
Photo
It’s our 15th anniversary. It doesn’t feel like a long time. But when I look back at the pictures—the photos taken at Star Shots in the mall before we were married, the wedding picture with all the kids—-and I think of how many events have been squeezed in between that wedding day and now—-I realize that a small lifetime has been lived.
0 notes
Text
Who loves you?
It occurred to me today, in my constant questioning about "God," that I don't have a clue if God loves us or not. I mean, on His part, there is a lot of suggesting that we can go to hell--a place of torture and eternal damnation---not exactly what you wish for those you love. Just not sure about "God's" love...
I think of those I’ve lost who loved me. If love can't die (and it would seem that it can't because I still love them). then those are the loves that I feel are genuine, that are eternal.
0 notes
Text
Looking to the Sky
Why do we often look to the sky when we feel contemplative?
Maybe it’s a religious habit—although religion seems to encourage us to both bow and gaze up imploringly.
But as the human species, we do seem to look up to the sky, to the stars, to the sun and moon to seek answers or just to ponder. Is it because we feel that there must be something mysterious up there-out there-which has an answer, which can offer hope?
I posted a sunset picture taken in the back yard. Maybe I just needed to reflect…
0 notes
Text
4th of July
July 4, 2017
Here’s what the 4th of July was like at our house.
Projects: For Richard, raising an antenna. For me, painting an old rocker.
I bought this bare unfinished rocker at Garden Ridge Pottery (yeah, when they were still open) when my kids were young---so it must have been 25 years ago at least. I had always planned to stain and finish it, but with 4 small children, somehow I never seemed to have time. It sat in the living room in the house on Cliveden Drive for years. It went to my classroom at Thompson and Lewis for a few more years. Then it sat on the back porch of where I currently live, but there wasn’t room for it. I was really contemplating dropping it off at Goodwill.
But I have a hard time getting rid of things when we have history together. This little rocker has seen my kids grow up. So I found bright yellow exterior paint in the garage---leftover from the outdoor paint job on the house.
The bright yellow hibiscus bloomed exactly in time to match. For now, the rocker will join the grape arbor.
In the evening, bright sparklers, fireworks popping---all beneath the glow of the street light. Lying in the hammock in the back yard, I snapped a picture of the moon.
0 notes
Photo
Here’s what the 4th of July was like at our house: Projects: For Richard, raising an antenna. For me, painting an old rocker.
I bought this bare unfinished rocker at Garden Ridge Pottery (yeah, when they were still open) when my kids were young—so it must have been 25 years ago at least. I had always planned to stain and finish it, but with 4 small children, somehow I never seemed to have time. It sat in the living room in the house on Cliveden Drive for years. It went to my classroom at Thompson and Lewis for a few more years. Then it sat on the back porch of where I currently live, but there wasn’t room for it. I was really contemplating dropping it off at Goodwill. But I have a hard time getting rid of things when we have history together. This little rocker has seen my kids grow up. So I found bright yellow exterior paint in the garage—leftover from the outdoor paint job on the house. The bright yellow hibiscus bloomed exactly in time to match. For now, the rocker will join the grape arbor. In the evening, bright sparklers, fireworks popping---all beneath the glow of the street light. Lying in the hammock in the back yard, I snapped a picture of the moon.
0 notes
Text
Biography of an Heirloom Tomato
July 1, 2017
My tomatoes were started from seed in one of those little plastic,mini greenhouses in February. It took a long time for them to be big enough to transplant. Rule for next year: start earlier.
Another rule: they need more space. I didn’t figure they would survive, and I didn’t have a large area anyway. So I crammed them together. I think they’ve been competing for everything from the start.
Last rule: Prune early. I didn’t understand the whole “indeterminate” thing, so I let them get unruly from the beginning.
Tomatoes teach you patience. Mine were slow-growers, late bloomers and very methodical in their effort to produce fruit.
Next time, I will plant only Cherokee Purples; they are beautiful and delicious.
0 notes
