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| All images copyright Teil Duncan |
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| All images copyright Teil Duncan |
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| All images copyright Teil Duncan |
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| All images copyright Teil Duncan |
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A dash of art ... Teil Duncan
I was browsing Pinterest for some inspiration at lunchtime. I was actually looking for hairstyles since I am desperately in need of a cut. Well, I completely forgot about my hair when I found the art work of Teil Duncan.
... and have a look at her blog for an inside look!
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New design wanted ...
Well, I am almost at the end of my calling cards so I've been looking around at new designs. The card I carry now is a very basic Crane & Co. calling card with only my name on the front ... very traditional. I wanted it that way so I could add the contact information I choose to give that particular recipient. I don't always share all details with all people. Actually if you look back to the history of calling cards, you'll find that most cards only carried the persons name and plenty of room for them (or the recipient) to make notes.
Now though, I think I would like to find something different but still keep it somewhat traditional. Perhaps my name and a small design or watercolor background on front with contact details on the back. If I can create a nice design, I'd like it to eventually be the header for this blog which means I want it to capture the essence of what I feel when I think about beach walking in the desert.
But what is Beach Walking in the Desert?
The title came to me in stages ... This blog was at first titled just Beach Walker. You see I spent a great deal of time walking on some beautiful beaches in my time and I was living by a beach when I started this blog back in 2008. Yet many years of my life were spent living in the high desert, a place to which I will soon return. Thus, the addition of a whole other thought, the desert ... each a separate thing yet in my mind, they became a whole thought.
Does that make any sense? Probably not, but there's more!
... it seems my life is that of a beach walker ... finding treasures as I go, capturing moments in time, being drawn to complete opposites, each powerful in it's own way and yet loving each. So, it makes sense to me. The sensual feelings associated with a beach are the same feelings that can be associated with a desert. The heat of the sun common to both.
So with all that said, I played around with a app I found online and came up this:
I think the colors give a sense of heat and sun but it's not just right somehow, it's missing the point. The red is too red perhaps. The yellow, too yellow. Should it be more coral or is the bottom tan/grey swirl just right for the whole card? Should it be a design and not a watercolor background?
...or should it be something completely different?
What do you think? ... Can you make a suggestion? Click on comment below and let me know!
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| My personal card |
But what is Beach Walking in the Desert?
The title came to me in stages ... This blog was at first titled just Beach Walker. You see I spent a great deal of time walking on some beautiful beaches in my time and I was living by a beach when I started this blog back in 2008. Yet many years of my life were spent living in the high desert, a place to which I will soon return. Thus, the addition of a whole other thought, the desert ... each a separate thing yet in my mind, they became a whole thought.
Does that make any sense? Probably not, but there's more!
... it seems my life is that of a beach walker ... finding treasures as I go, capturing moments in time, being drawn to complete opposites, each powerful in it's own way and yet loving each. So, it makes sense to me. The sensual feelings associated with a beach are the same feelings that can be associated with a desert. The heat of the sun common to both.
So with all that said, I played around with a app I found online and came up this:
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| The back of the card would have all my contact details |
...or should it be something completely different?
What do you think? ... Can you make a suggestion? Click on comment below and let me know!
Yo Ho Ho and a bottle of Rum ... Fun in the sun!
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| Spiked Lemonade Sweet TeaPhoto: Jennifer Davick; Styling: Lydia DeGaris Pursell |
Well, she'll probably roll her eyes when she reads here that I've been contacted by a 'spirits' company and asked to review some recipes for a new brand of rum. I'll tell you all about it in coming stories. I'm hoping I'll receive the samples in time for the second party of the summer coming up this weekend ... my nephew's graduation! Fun in the sun ....
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| Source: Unknown/Internet |
Ingredients
3 cups water
2 family-size tea bags
1 cup loosely packed fresh mint leaves (from your garden?)
1/2 cup sugar
4 cups cold water
1/2 (12-oz.) can frozen lemonade concentrate, thawed (or fresh, yum!)
1 cup bourbon or spiced dark rum
Garnishes: fresh sugarcane, fresh pineapple slices
Preparation
1. Bring 3 cups water to a boil in a 2-qt. saucepan. Remove from heat, add tea bags, and stir in fresh mint. Cover and steep 10 minutes.
2. Discard tea bags and mint. Stir in sugar until dissolved. Pour tea into a 3-qt. container, and stir in 4 cups cold water and lemonade concentrate. Stir in bourbon or spiced dark rum just before serving. Serve over ice. Garnish, if desired. of course!!!
... and, use a beautiful Collins glass! If you have the time, chill it first!
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| SL May 2011 Issue |
Here are just a few past stories, some with recipes, that have something to do with imbibing.
Summer cocktails
Derby time! Do you have a pick?
2012 Drink to try … with Pendleton Whisky
Wine, wine, wine!!!!
Need I say more ….
Whiskey Dijon BBQ Sauce
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Coyote songs in my head
As I get ready to return to my soul's home, I'm remembering some of the things that gave me great satisfaction living there. So many memories, so many life lessons.
Today, I'd just wanted to share a post I wrote in 2010 about living on the ranch. You can find the original and other stories about New Mexico under the tags Short Story and New Mexico. I hope you enjoy!
The coyotes song ... In the shadow of a mountain, I learned to respect what is plain to this world, the land, the weather and the wildlife. It’s hard to even believe as I sit here just 23 miles north of New York City that I was ever dug down in the canyon, work clothes and boots under the high sun. What I remember most vividly is the cattle coming down the road pretty fast and O flying across the pasture on his bay. My heart beat faster than I knew it could. It was the first time I had seen such a sight being just a transplanted city gal. I ran as fast as I could to get back to the house, over the fence without a care for my being, just wanting to get out of the way.
~Maria
Today, I'd just wanted to share a post I wrote in 2010 about living on the ranch. You can find the original and other stories about New Mexico under the tags Short Story and New Mexico. I hope you enjoy!
The coyotes song ... In the shadow of a mountain, I learned to respect what is plain to this world, the land, the weather and the wildlife. It’s hard to even believe as I sit here just 23 miles north of New York City that I was ever dug down in the canyon, work clothes and boots under the high sun. What I remember most vividly is the cattle coming down the road pretty fast and O flying across the pasture on his bay. My heart beat faster than I knew it could. It was the first time I had seen such a sight being just a transplanted city gal. I ran as fast as I could to get back to the house, over the fence without a care for my being, just wanting to get out of the way.
When I first went to that place, I didn’t really know what to expect. I didn’t know that I would have so much learning to do, about life, about myself. I thought I knew it all, after all I had been around the block a few times and finding myself in the high country of New Mexico was a choice. But learn I did and now I hold those lessons dear as I look back and wait for the moment when I can return.
I learned to wave at every truck that came down the road ‘cause that’s what you did and ‘cause your neighbors were important people. I learned it was too far to town to forget something at the market. I learned which wild weeds and herbs were valuable, what could be used in teas and cooking. Incredibly, I learned how to pull sap from a pinon tree. I learned it was called tremintina and that it had more uses than you could imagine. I learned how hard it could be to keep up with a quarter acre garden. Just wasn’t as easy or as pretty as Martha Stewart said it would be. But food grew and I learned how to put up for the winter and share with the ranch ladies nearby.
In giving, I did some receiving. I was taught how to make fresh tortillas from scratch and how to cook a pot of beans to perfection. I learned how to roast chili and preserve it till the next harvest.
I learned that you don’t mess around when the sky looks fierce, better to head on in or run the risk of being stuck in mud. I learned that chopping wood is back breaking work but worth it to heat your home. The warmth that a wood stove gives is like being wrapped in a security blanket.
I learned that some things in life are free, like the Christmas tree you cut from your property or the snack you have right from the apple tree down the road. The best thing that was free was the view, the beautiful mountains, the horses running in the pasture, the sunsets over the mountain, the way the dark just slipped down the canyon, the stars in a completely black sky and the song of the coyotes at night.
Being in that place was purposeful and even though I sometimes felt isolated and often longed for the lights and the doings in the city, it was good for me. I remember that place fondly and on most nights if I listen hard enough, I can hear the coyotes sing.
~Maria
'The Strangers on Montagu Street' ... Karen White does the unexpected!
Stayed up into the wee hours of the morning to finish a favorite authors book. I have read just about all of Karen White's books enjoying her imaginative stories and easy style. That the books happen to be set in the South adds the right amount of spice and history I like.
The Strangers on Montagu Street is the third in the Tradd Street series about Melanie, a hyper-sensitive, OCD woman who can see ghosts and Jack, the charming southern guy with a past. The two are always on the wrong page at the right time adding history to their mostly on the rocks relationship.
Having loved the first two books in the series, I eagerly awaited the third ... however for reason I can't put my finger on, the book sat in by TBR (to be read) pile for quite some time until Sunday afternoon when all was quite. I read throughout the afternoon and into the evening and again the following evening and into the wee hours of this morning loving the story and being pleased at the new twists in Melanie and Jack's relationship, excited at the introduction of a new and interesting character.
Then POW ... smacked right in the head on the very last page ... I was shocked! Thrown for a loop ... never once expecting that ending.
Now, I'm sure there will have to be a fourth in the series because we must know what happened, why and how it will all play out in the holy city. I don't know how I feel about the ending and I don't want to be a spoiler so I'll leave it to you to decide. I just know that getting to the ending will be an enjoyable ride and the ending, no matter how shocking, will make you want more.
Read Karen White's Guest Post on this blog about her writing Paranormal Chick Lit.
Karen's next book is due out June 5th ...
~Maria
The Strangers on Montagu Street is the third in the Tradd Street series about Melanie, a hyper-sensitive, OCD woman who can see ghosts and Jack, the charming southern guy with a past. The two are always on the wrong page at the right time adding history to their mostly on the rocks relationship.
Having loved the first two books in the series, I eagerly awaited the third ... however for reason I can't put my finger on, the book sat in by TBR (to be read) pile for quite some time until Sunday afternoon when all was quite. I read throughout the afternoon and into the evening and again the following evening and into the wee hours of this morning loving the story and being pleased at the new twists in Melanie and Jack's relationship, excited at the introduction of a new and interesting character.
Then POW ... smacked right in the head on the very last page ... I was shocked! Thrown for a loop ... never once expecting that ending.
Now, I'm sure there will have to be a fourth in the series because we must know what happened, why and how it will all play out in the holy city. I don't know how I feel about the ending and I don't want to be a spoiler so I'll leave it to you to decide. I just know that getting to the ending will be an enjoyable ride and the ending, no matter how shocking, will make you want more.
Read Karen White's Guest Post on this blog about her writing Paranormal Chick Lit.
Karen's next book is due out June 5th ...
Summer cocktails
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| Photo from Garden & Gun Margaret Houston |
Many would like to take credit for concocting the drink but it seems Charleston holds right to ownership, even though the cocktail has a long history. I think I'll allow my Charleston this nod even though ownership may belong elsewhere.
The recipe below is from the Peninsula Grill ... with an added twist I picked up from Robert F. Moss's blog. Seems when I was living in Charleston, I failed to know that Grand Marnier was a favorite 'shooter' among the locals. Understandable since at my age, I doubt I'd be found doing shooters in public (in private? that's a whole 'nother story).
Have you picked your summer drink?
Charleston Planter's Punch
1 ½ oz. Myers’s Rum
¾ oz. freshly squeezed orange juice
¾ oz. pineapple juice
dash of grenadine
1 ½ oz. Myers’s Rum
¾ oz. freshly squeezed orange juice
¾ oz. pineapple juice
dash of grenadine
--For an interesting twist add a dash of Grand Marnier
Shake well and serve over ice in a Collins glass. Garnish with an orange slice and cherry.
PLANTER'S PUNCH
This recipe I give to thee,
Dear brother in the heat.
Take two of sour (lime let it be)
To one and a half of sweet,
Of Old Jamaica pour three strong,
And add four parts of weak.
Then mix and drink. I do no wrong —
I know whereof I speak.
~From the August 8, 1908 edition of The New York Times
~Maria
Ohhh! It's The Gracious Girl
One of the things I still love is the written letter. Who doesn't like to receive a handwritten note in the mail?!? There is a certain pleasure in it.
It's the moments between seeing the letter in your mailbox and finding a comfortable place to sit and read that are the most exciting. In those moments you have a faint expectation. In those moments you wonder what lies inside as you carefully inspect the handwriting on front and back.
If you are like me, you will try to extend those moments. Put everything aside, perhaps prepare something to drink and settle in a comfortable chair with your letter.
I have been following The Gracious Girl blog written by lovely Mindy Lockard for quite some time. I am enchanted by all things gracious, lovely and mannerly. I'm not all of those things all of the time, but I do try.
My mom purchased my first set of stationery for me when I was a young child and I learned the importance of a well written note. It's kind of sad that so many people choose other methods of communication ... notes on Facebook, texting, email and twittering. I've succumbed to the ease and immediacy myself but I am making an effort to refrain. Even as I make that admission, I'm happy to report that I have put quite a bit of effort into making sure my boy minds his manners and knows how to write a proper note. He gets the importance ... and for a 14 year old boy, that's a good thing.
So it pleases me that The Gracious Girl is carrying on and making note writing interesting and fun, adding a touch of calligraphy. In this video, Miss Mindy cleverly shows us how to DIY! Check out her site to see how she partners with Sheaffer pens and Crane & Co stationery to build interest in the art of writing.
... and next time you are out, stop by your local stationery shop and pick up a box of note cards. I'm pretty sure a friend of yours will be excited to hear from you ... just because.
It's the moments between seeing the letter in your mailbox and finding a comfortable place to sit and read that are the most exciting. In those moments you have a faint expectation. In those moments you wonder what lies inside as you carefully inspect the handwriting on front and back.
If you are like me, you will try to extend those moments. Put everything aside, perhaps prepare something to drink and settle in a comfortable chair with your letter.
I have been following The Gracious Girl blog written by lovely Mindy Lockard for quite some time. I am enchanted by all things gracious, lovely and mannerly. I'm not all of those things all of the time, but I do try.
My mom purchased my first set of stationery for me when I was a young child and I learned the importance of a well written note. It's kind of sad that so many people choose other methods of communication ... notes on Facebook, texting, email and twittering. I've succumbed to the ease and immediacy myself but I am making an effort to refrain. Even as I make that admission, I'm happy to report that I have put quite a bit of effort into making sure my boy minds his manners and knows how to write a proper note. He gets the importance ... and for a 14 year old boy, that's a good thing.
So it pleases me that The Gracious Girl is carrying on and making note writing interesting and fun, adding a touch of calligraphy. In this video, Miss Mindy cleverly shows us how to DIY! Check out her site to see how she partners with Sheaffer pens and Crane & Co stationery to build interest in the art of writing.
... and next time you are out, stop by your local stationery shop and pick up a box of note cards. I'm pretty sure a friend of yours will be excited to hear from you ... just because.
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| Crane & Co Limon Green Stripes Note |
~maria
Why this morning hurts so much
As a mom you wish for only the best for your children. Each morning when you wake, your first thought is of your babies, no matter how old they may be. Well, at least for me it is!
I can certainly remember what life was like when I was childless but I can't imagine my life now without my child. Even with his kid foibles, I wouldn't trade my boy for anything imaginable and everything I do takes consideration of his well being. I just couldn't imagine it any other way.
That's why this morning hurts so much. I received a call from my dear friend telling me about another friend whose 21 year old passed away this weekend ... one day before Mother's Day.
I didn't know the young man, nor do I know the mom but I do know the dad. He was a childhood friend with whom I just reconnected with on Facebook after so many years. I'm starting to be leery of Facebook these days. In the time since I joined with the idea of reconnecting with old friends and staying in touch with current and new friends, I have learned of friends whose spouses have passed away too young, and friends who have passed away suddenly, other friends who are failing in health and now of my friend's son. There can be pain when you reconnect with your past.
More than that, there is a certain kind of pain you feel when you learn a child has died. As a mom, the pain burns deeply making you feel the loss even more so and you count your blessings, you make thanks for every moment you have with your own. 'Cause life is short and you never know what can happen next.
It's hard not to think about the loss to the world ... the what could have been. Perhaps God felt this young man had already given his talent and gift to the world and now it was time to go home. I'm sure my friend and his wife wouldn't agree, most parents wouldn't. What I do know though is that his spirit will continue to live on in those who knew of him, and in all who experienced his love, his talent, and his gift.
My heart weights heavy this morning for my friend and his family and I pray they will find the peace needed.
~Maria
I can certainly remember what life was like when I was childless but I can't imagine my life now without my child. Even with his kid foibles, I wouldn't trade my boy for anything imaginable and everything I do takes consideration of his well being. I just couldn't imagine it any other way.
That's why this morning hurts so much. I received a call from my dear friend telling me about another friend whose 21 year old passed away this weekend ... one day before Mother's Day.
I didn't know the young man, nor do I know the mom but I do know the dad. He was a childhood friend with whom I just reconnected with on Facebook after so many years. I'm starting to be leery of Facebook these days. In the time since I joined with the idea of reconnecting with old friends and staying in touch with current and new friends, I have learned of friends whose spouses have passed away too young, and friends who have passed away suddenly, other friends who are failing in health and now of my friend's son. There can be pain when you reconnect with your past.
More than that, there is a certain kind of pain you feel when you learn a child has died. As a mom, the pain burns deeply making you feel the loss even more so and you count your blessings, you make thanks for every moment you have with your own. 'Cause life is short and you never know what can happen next.
It's hard not to think about the loss to the world ... the what could have been. Perhaps God felt this young man had already given his talent and gift to the world and now it was time to go home. I'm sure my friend and his wife wouldn't agree, most parents wouldn't. What I do know though is that his spirit will continue to live on in those who knew of him, and in all who experienced his love, his talent, and his gift.
My heart weights heavy this morning for my friend and his family and I pray they will find the peace needed.
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| Word Photo by: SheridanFrenchBlog |
~Maria
Celebrate!!
~Maria
Mother's Day
Do you have a blog post for Mother's Day?
Share your link in a comment so we all can check out your post and your blog ...
~Maria
Share your link in a comment so we all can check out your post and your blog ...
~Maria
Win's Way: The Story of a Rescue Border Collie
Last night I read Win's Way: The Story of a Rescue Border Collie. Just 76 pages of easy reading, I was done in no time at all. The author Gretchen Finch writes such a sweet little story of an aging border collies who tells his life story to a curious border collie puppy.
This is a lovely story to read to children, a story that will capture your heart.
The author is also a a fine painter and has produced some very beautiful watercolors. Have a look at her website and read her blog.
I've always loved border collies having grown up with my sweet Tippy who got his name because when he was a puppy, he looked like he was going to tip over when he was walking. He grew out of it but the name stayed.
Tippy and I were the same age approximately and I remember vaguely, but mostly the just stories about how Tippy would herd my sister and me. He was such a beautiful, gentle soul who had an incredible capacity for love ... as most dogs do. Tippy lived a good long time, he was 21 when he crossed the bridge and he gave so much in those years.
I really want to adopt another BC and hope to do just that when we get back to New Mexico in July.
Give Win's Way a read ... it will warm you!
~Maria
Whiskey Dijon BBQ Sauce
I'm gonna try this BBQ Sauce from Eating Well. Sounds great and they are suggesting it be used skirt steak but I think it can be a great sauce for any type of meat. It's grillin' time!!!
1/2 cup reduced-sodium beef or chicken broth
3 tablespoons whiskey (Pendleton or Jack will work)
3 tablespoons Dijon mustard
2 tablespoons packed light brown sugar
1 large shallot, finely chopped
1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce
1 teaspoon chopped fresh thyme
Combine broth, whiskey, mustard, brown sugar, shallot, Worcestershire and thyme in a small saucepan; bring to a boil over high heat. Reduce heat to maintain a lively simmer and cook, stirring frequently, until reduced to about 1/2 cup, 6 to 10 minutes. Remove from the heat.
1/2 cup reduced-sodium beef or chicken broth
3 tablespoons whiskey (Pendleton or Jack will work)
3 tablespoons Dijon mustard
2 tablespoons packed light brown sugar
1 large shallot, finely chopped
1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce
1 teaspoon chopped fresh thyme
Combine broth, whiskey, mustard, brown sugar, shallot, Worcestershire and thyme in a small saucepan; bring to a boil over high heat. Reduce heat to maintain a lively simmer and cook, stirring frequently, until reduced to about 1/2 cup, 6 to 10 minutes. Remove from the heat.
Buggin' out
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| Photo: Unknown Source |
Skeeter season is coming ... I was just reading an article about those nasty little mosquitoes.
I. am. sure. God had a reason for them. I just don't know it.
But it started me to thinking about a time when I was living at the ranch and my ex was with his cousin stacking hay in the old barn down in the field. Well, they must have been down there almost all the day and at a certain time of year there are plenty skeeters. I had practically forgotten about them as I sat in my favorite surveying position on the front porch. (My surveying position was pretty sweet, could see most all the valley). Around sundown, they pulled up in the truck and got down to start into the house.
It was a sight I will never forget.
Both my ex and his cousin were covered with skeeter bites. Big ones, puffy and red ones. They looked like ompalompa's from a distance and 'creatures' close up. It was hard not to stare.
My ex had bites on his scalp, his legs, his ears. Somehow the buggers got up their pant legs and into the nether regions or they somehow went straight through their denim. His arms were covered and his face ... jeez, I'd never seen anything like it. I'm sure they ate their share too.
...but the hay got stacked and the work was done. Now when I think back, it gives me a good chuckle and I wish I had taken a picture of my ex ... ... ... hmmm ... well, maybe not.
Letters to my Son
"My dear son, as I watch my own Mama, your Gran, now 94 years old, struggle to do what was once so natural, I think what could be.
~Maria (Mama)
Adapted:Source unknown
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| My Mom, two years age when she was 92 years old |
So, the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through. If when we talk, I repeat the same thing a thousand times, don’t interrupt to say: “You said the same thing a minute ago”... Just listen, please. Try to remember the times when you were little and I would read the same story night after night until you would fall asleep. When I don’t want to take a bath, don’t be mad and don’t embarrass me. Remember when I had to run after you making excuses and trying to get you to take a shower when you were just a boy? When you see how ignorant I am when it comes to new technology, give me the time to learn and don’t look at me that way... remember, sweetie, I patiently taught you how to do many things like eating appropriately, getting dressed, combing your hair and dealing with life’s issues every day... the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through. If I occasionally lose track of what we’re talking about, give me the time to remember, and if I can’t, don’t be nervous, impatient or arrogant. Just know in your heart that the most important thing for me is to be with you. And when my old, tired legs don’t let me move as quickly as before, give me your hand the same way that I offered mine to you when you first walked. When those days come, don’t feel sad... just be with me, and understand me while I get to the end of my life with love. I’ll cherish and thank you for the gift of time and joy we shared. With a big smile and the huge love I have for you, I just want to say, I love you... my wonderful son."
~Maria (Mama)
Adapted:Source unknown
And the winner is ...
It was beautiful! The horse, I'll Have Another did it ... with a come from behind at 200 yards in the 138th Kentucky Derby!
Yeah!
~Maria
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| Photo: Benoit Photo |
~Maria
Derby time! Do you have a pick?
For years I have been dreaming of a chance to go to the Kentucky Derby, wear a great hat, drink a Julep, see some beautiful horses and win a race for sure. It’s on my bucket list! Of course I’ll have to make sure I don’t encounter any of the seedier side of horse racing in order to truly enjoy the day. I think I’d want to hang out for a while in the paddocks and check out the stables. I wonder if they would let me bring snacks for the horses. Probably not!
Then later, I’d want to get dressed up and join the party! Check out my hat picks below.
Here is a great Julep recipe I found at Garden & Gun mag. It’s from How to Mix Drinks by Bill Edwards, published 1936 and sounds like a keeper to me.
Southern Mint Julep
1 glass of Bourbon
4 sprigs fresh mint
1/2 tbsp. powdered sugar
In a julep cup, crush the mint leaves and sugar lightly together, add bourbon and fill glass with cracked ice; stir gently until cup is frosted. Decorate on top with 3 sprigs of mint.
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| Photo property of Garden & Gun Magazine |
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| Photo by Epicurian |
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| Photo by Reed Palmer Photography/Churchill Downs |
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| Photo Kentucky Derby-by Coady Photography |
The question I really have to consider is whether I would wear the Derby hat. Darn sure I’d drink the drink but the hat … not sure unless …
I might be able to pull off this look that I found on Etsy by Carolina Hat Girl …
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| Photo Carolina Hat Girl |
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| Photo SunBody |
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| Photo Old Town Hat shop |
Visit the Kentucky Derby site for party ideas and more …
Have you been to or want to go to a Derby? Add a comment and share.
~Maria
I wish and I ask ... Time to reset
Time to reset, time to wish big, time to ask God. What are you wishing and asking for today? Join me in sharing.
- I wish and ask that my boy always has love and happiness in his life
- I wish and ask that my boy has success in all that he tries
- I wish and ask that we have happiness in returning home to the high desert
- I wish and ask that we always find ourselves in the right place at the right time
- I wish and ask that I'll get to have another border collie in this lifetime
- I wish and ask that all the pieces fall together in the best way possible
- I wish and ask that all silent wishes are fulfilled, yours and mine
- I wish and ask that I make a good go of my business and as a rep for Cowgirl Dirt
- I wish and ask for financial success and stability
- I wish and ask that I get to attend the Kentucky Derby someday
- I wish and ask for good health for myself and my boy
- I wish and ask that I achieve my weight and fitness goals
- I wish and ask that love, happiness and success is at hand for all my friends and family
- I wish and ask that a cure for cancer and all prolonged illnesses is found
- I wish and ask for God's blessings everyday and
- I pray and ask that God will bless you too!
~Maria
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