Dish Water Reflections

Some days we tend to be more reflective than others...

Wax nostalgic~as it were..

Cloudy days when I'm tired often do that for me.

Today being such a day.

*Sigh*

So, while Tiny Dancer and I were swimming in dish water this morning,

looking out the window watching for the predicted snow storms arrival

with the anticipation of a 50 and two year old.

We talked about things like;

what it was like washing dishes with my Mom and Sisters,

her Mommy, Uncles and Gramp.

How my Dad would save the silverware for last~

And how it really is best not to get your hair in the dirty water.

As we saw leaves blowing across lawns, and down curbs I got to thinking about a couple of pictures I took this last Fall.

I happened upon them last night when I was working on some pictures for my daughter's family...

This first one reminds me of my childhood days playing on the park across the street from the home I grew up in~

I was blessed with a wonderful childhood.

It also reminds me of how life is like the changing of the seasons.

(I think I'm basking in the early day of an"Indian Summer" of my life).

I hate to admit that I had forgotten about this next picture.

To tell the truth,

when I saw it last night I was a little surprised and impressed that I had done it.
This one reminds me of the women in my life.

They are many,

of all ages.

They are both living and not.

Women are a lot like this picture...

And on cloudy, nostalgic day's we need to remember

that we too, have a special beauty...

if, we look past the battered edges.

Smile and Remember;

We're fools whether we dance or not, so we might as well dance.