Picture This Moment

Picture a blond, skinny, blue eyed, young child looking about four years old (but actually six) running down a chain link fence and signing to her mother as her mother drives away from school. She's signing "I love you" continuously as she runs along the fence as if her mother is leaving her on the concrete playground forever. This scenario occurs every morning.

Now picture that same child, grown, but still petite at age twenty-two (looking fifteen) in line at Hartsfield-International Airport signing "I love you" in the security line as she prepares to fly off to university in South Korea. Maybe for five months or perhaps for an entire year. The mother or young exchange student have no idea when she will return.

This is when the mother cries. She pictures, the skinny child, the concrete, the fence, and not the TSA in their navy uniforms checking her in at the large shining airport. The mother then signs "I love you" back to her daughter.

That was my CC and me last week.

Can you picture what I have been up to?

Joy and Peace

Olive

Broome Closet Window @ Ridge Antiques

The Talented B and I are thrilled to announce we have

 another booth at Ridge Antiques in a large window space.

 This booth is big, sunny, and a better configuration than

 our other booth which we still have right down from this one.

We moved in yesterday and brought as many fall items that would fit.

B painted the blue dresser and the red table.

This is a beautiful Italian chair.

Please visit us at

Ridge Antiques in Ridge Spring, South Carolina. 

Ask for The Broome Closet booths. 

Plural.

Folks there know me as Terri, do not read this blog,

 and will know nothing of Olive or Olive Out. 

The owners have little use for computers.

It would be fun to have my worlds collide.

Beth and I feel thankful and incredibly blessed to have this opportunity.

Linking@Wow Us Wednesday

Many thanks to all of you who have emailed me asking if I was okay.

 I have missed all of you and blogging.

 I will be going into more detail about CC and South Korea in another post.

GETTING CC TO SOUTH KOREA was quite the project.

joy and peace

Olive

Ginger Lily

The Ginger Lily (Hedychium spp) has bloomed.

It smells like a softer version of honey suckle.

This tall tropical plant is now about five feet tall and I have it tied to a wrought iron stake.

I thought it would be yellow. 

No.

 It's white and hard to photograph of course. 

They can be orange, white, or yellow and many colors in between.

Apparently mine is a tough specimen because Shelley, our German Shepherd, 

kept digging it up

 and sitting on it last year but it still thrived.

Ginger lilies grow in U.S. Department of Agriculture plant hardiness zones 7 through 11, where they perform best in sun to partial shade. In warmer regions, morning sun is good but afternoon sun is too harsh for them and will make their leaves curl. They thrive in moist, acidic soil that is rich in organic matter. In cooler regions, you can grow them in containers or dig rhizomes after the first frost and store them indoors for the winter. Since their rhizomes will multiply, use containers with plenty of horizontal room for them to grow.

Care of ginger lilies obtained from: http://homeguides.sfgate.com/

For my gardening friends in the U.K. here is a site to check http://www.bigplantnursery.co.uk/

happy gardening

Olive

Living Room Vignette

Good morning friends. 

I am happy all of you enjoyed yesterdays post with Shelley, Gremmie,and CC. 

We do love our babies. I drank in all of your comments.

When those photos happened I was actually attempting to take photos of the living room. 

The playful cat and dog would not have it.

The vignette of Marie 

 on the old white TV table changed a little bit. 

I placed an urn of faux flowers with sunflowers there.

 Then added a pair of white finials.

This flower arrangement was for sale in our booth and did not sell.

Do you like it? I am thinking about it still.

 I am partial to fresh flowers from my garden.

  Remember the thrifted lamp and Target shade? 

The finials were a birthday present.

I am still happy about this thrifted small oil painting dated 1951.

 It is older than me too. 

Straying over to the dining table to a lone image of a huge Charleston seagrass basket 

that I bought at Ridge Antiques.

 Shelley had been eating the vintage blocks which were closer to the floor. 

My Chuckle Heads keep me on my toes. 

No wonder I am tired.

 Linking@Wow Us Wednesday

joy and peace

Olive