Valentine's Day is approaching, and with February - the end is near (of winter, of course). As my Boompa used to say - February is here, and the end is near... and I am a lover of all things 'spring' so I, too, anxiously await her arrival.
But, until then, I'll share some sweet romance with you all...
My vintage typewriter find...$10.00. She dates to 1917. Fancy little keys she has. Just imagine the messages she used to pound out... and when!! And my sweet roses...who, I ask, can ever tire of photographing the undulating lines of a rose?
Not I, said she...
...not with these sweet reflections in my crackled mirror.
For love here and gone...timeless.
If the entire family of roses could speak throughout all of history... just think all of the stories they would tell...
Young love...
...Dan and I at the alter. The red depression glass vase was a gift from him one birthday many years ago. We use it all the time... it was just a few dollars. The important thing was that he knew I loved vintage glass. Cost -- irrelevant.
Old love...
my grandparents...now deceased. This tiny picture is of their young love back when they were first married at twenty years old... a marriage that weathered 59 years. A tiny vintage candid shot with her old camera, somewhere on some lake with a little fishing shack. Good times bought on the cheap during hard times. 1940. Stuffed in this little frame that I bought at an antique/craft shop when I was 16...and has stayed in that little frame ever since.
This pair of Wellington doves he gave her as a Christmas gift in their later years.
She liked it so much that he bought several more pairs of Wellington birds for four subsequent holidays...and then she told him she had enough birds (smile).
Valentine's Day brings of riot of expectations with it,doesn't it?
Love notes to your sweet...
...love captured, love lost, love reborn, love reformed.
I think one finds that the stronger and more secure your love is, the less you need.
That's what she meant when she said she had enough birds.
One doesn't need to be showered in gifts when love is forever. Permanent. At least that's how I feel anyway. Time shared together is worth its weight in gold...
...because your life can change in an instant... and your time is just a memory.
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