Reflections That Live In The Heart

This is what I call the end to a perfect day! My friend "Ransom" from Ransom said to me before I went to the ocean that I needed to be sure to get some icecream. I said of course, or else I would scream! Well no screaming was necessary. Look what I got! YUM. I learned real quick what to do, and had to lick fast before moms ate it!


Look how calm the water is. It's not roaring,,, its not wild. But yet I can still smell the ocean , and taste the salt on my lips. The ocean has many faces. This looks like a place that would be called a reflection pool. If I look in it, I see myself and where I have been.

We visted this sacred place and I think it is a Prehistoric tree preseravatory, created by Mother Nature.
(I made up that word- i think). All these tree roots, and trees that lie here, have been smoothed by the sea and wind, lay quiet. They drew us to them to touch them, to climb on them, and we did. Where could they have come from? At one time, they were just a tiny seed,,,,,, once opon a time, and they grew up and were big beautiful trees. Oh they are sooo old, you can just tell.
I wonder what story they had to tell of their journey. I just wonder. Who can tell me? Well, I know one person who would know,,,, and you probably know who I am thinking of.


Look at this one- don't you want to touch it and run your paws over its weathered wood?

This is mommie, and me. I sit on mommies lap when I type my bloggie to blogsphere.

This is my mama , and me. She took these beautiful pictures of the prehistoric trees. She is the one with the magic paint brush, and the gentle heart.

This is another of the beautiful art works that Mother Nature made. Isn't it beautiful?

AND,,,,,,,,
It's been an adjustment getting back to the Real World after having such a wonderful time on our little trip to the Sea. But heres some things that helped me along.

Imagine my surprise when I had an email from James Parker James Parker that he had painted a portrait of me, Otis and Linus. And they are so beautiful. I was so honored, and the portraits look just like us. It touched our hearts very much. Mr Parker I call him Stinky Feet, is a wonderful "real artist" , and not only an artist, but he lives near a volcanoe and writes beautiful poetry and storys, and has two friends Pokey and Taco Bell. You should go check him out. And again we say thank you to Stinky Feet.

And, ,,,,This is what Checkers Checkers The Peek A Poo gave to me. He and his mommie like my blog, I like yours too! (and everyones)

And then Checkers, also sent me these beautiful roses! Thank you Checkers and your mommie! So thoughtful of you!

Thats just a little more tid bits about our journey that I wanted to share with all of you my friends.

Nitey nite,

love

tweedles