Remember the garden gnome? Well, just as predicted, he was still there when I went back! I so wanted this meditating gnome! He is rather unique and I had just the place for it! Although I promised myself, I couldn't buy anything for the garden, unless I took a piece out. Well, that didn't happen until I bought him and then I broke a piece in the garden. Karma!!! I swear. Come on! Tell the truth! Isn't he a little cutie?
STOP!! BRAIN TEASER AHEAD!!
Answers: 5 + 4 = 9 or 8 - 4 = 4 or 0 + 4 = 4
I love my wind chimes. They sound like church bells, reminding me of my childhood, where I could hear the church bells alerting the parishioners that Church would begin in fifteen minutes. Long story - short... my wind chimes broke over the winter. I have never taken them in for the season and they finally rebelled and upped and died on me. So I need to look a little closer and play some melodies on them to see which one I want.
And just like that, my shopping is done. Until next time! I hope you had fun and maybe next time, we will get a few more plants to fill in the spaces. As always, I want to thank you for taking the time to visit #MarketFriday!! Have a most fabulous day!
How to Participate:
1. Go to the market! Any market will do! Food, Clothing, Plant or Animal, if you wish. You can go to the zoo or an art auction. Anywhere or anything that you pay money for a service. I once went to a nail salon.
2. Take pictures! Be creative (or not)
3. Tell us a little bit about the market, what brought you here?
4. Post the picture(s)
5. Don’t forget to hashtag it! #MarketFriday by @dswigle
6. Drop the link to your post here so I can easily find them
So the joy may touch your soul
I always post this poem down at the bottom of my posts. It is one that has become so near and dear to my heart. I only post the most famous part of it, but, wanted to post it in its entirety today.
i cried the way women on tv do
folding at the middle
like a five pound note.
i called the boy who use to love me
tried to ‘okay’ my voice
i said hello
he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened?
and these are what my prayers look like;
i come from two countries
one is thirsty
the other is on fire
both need water.
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
"where does it hurt?"