Simple Pleasures - CSI challenge 148

  Welcome to my blog, it’s lovely to have your company.

Today, I’m sharing a DT page for CSI.

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to see what the team have created for your inspiration

Here is the challenge

What do you think?  I’d love you to play along, 

so grab your forensic kits and lets get sleuthing.

I used a Blue Fern paper for the background,

"Leslie's dream", from the Ombre Dreams collection.

All the required colours are on the paper, 

but I added more watercolour and texture through a stencil.

The yellow daisies, the title and the butterfly are from Scrapmatts

The tree charm is from the Scrap book store

A bit of stamping, some die cutting and 

the tea cup embellie is from Craft Queen

EVIDENCE

Teacup accent

Flowers

Branches

Tree

House, tiny one in the right cluster

Bird

Watercolour

Tag

String

TESTIMONY

I went to Sunday Scribblings, and chose to write about a vintage photo.

The journalling is on the back and it reads:-

One of the most vivid memories I have, is of playing in this garden on the farm when I was about four.  My Sister and I have our good clothes on; so I expect we were just home from Church.

I see Lettuce and Cabbages growing and Sweet Peas climbing the fence.  My Mother always planted the Sweet Peas on St. Patricks day to ensure a beautiful flowering. The photo triggers a memory of me picking Snap Dragon flowers and popping one bloom on each finger, before proudly showing my Mother my pretty hands.  I couldn’t understand why she was cross!

Another memory flashes into my mind. It’s a warm summer day, not too hot.

I’m sitting on the edge of the veranda with my bare feet in the dirt; a soft, sandy dirt which puffs up between my toes when I tap them down. My feet are wide and calloused on the soles because I loathe wearing shoes. They are only for Sunday, when we go to church.

My patched cotton dress is protected with a Pinny; my hair in pig tails as

I watch black ants scurrying into their nest. They are busy mounding up the sides.  Rain must be coming soon. The fragrance of the Lorraine Lee rose perfumes the air, as I watch the monarch butterflies and hear the drone of the bees as they swarm over the Lavender.

In that moment, all my senses heightened; I feel at peace, serene and connected to something bigger than myself.  I’m aware that I feel happy.  I hug the happiness to my heart, like a warm blanket.  Decades later, I can recall that moment with utmost clarity.  I’m always at peace in solitude and I’m sure it stems from the gift of that one perfect moment.