Sunday, June 27, 2010

Remember the little cherub with the broken wing ~ in which I planted impatiens?

He is doing well on our back deck, off our bedroom.
Some things make me feel more peaceful, just by looking at them. He is one of them.
Thank you for your kind comments on our living room (previous post). I always so enjoy your visits to our cottage!
Have a lovely week!! :)


vintage girl at heart said...

he is so sweet and so is that chair...swoon...

Susie Homemaker said...

Everything is beautiful...the little cherub looks happy to be close to you too...


Paul said...

The Cracked Pot Story

A water bearer in India had two large pots,
one hung on each end of a pole which he carried
across his neck. One of the pots had a crack
in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always
delivered a full portion of water at the end
of the long walk from the stream to the
master's house. The cracked pot arrived only half full.

For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water in his master's house.

Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made.

But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.

After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it
spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream.
"I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you."

Why?" asked the bearer.

"What are you ashamed of?"

"I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master's house.

Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don't get full value from your efforts," the pot said.

The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, "As we return to the master's house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path."

Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some.

But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again it apologized to the bearer for its failure.

The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of your path, but not on the other pot's side?

That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you've watered them.

For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers
to decorate my master's table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house."


Becca (:)
Love the pretty blog you made.. and the little cherub is so cute ..anywhere he lives(:)

Yellow Rose Arbor said...

The little angel is adorable!

Thanks for your comment on my blog!

Have a happy holiday!



Hi Becca,
I'll keep a look out for more bluebirds :) how does that sound?! Of course at the right price!
Your little corner of the living room is so pretty.
Your patio looks inviting and how nice to have one off your bedroom.
Deb :)

Sandy~Romantique Inspirations~ said...

The angel (cherubs) is a sweetie, and who knows how many I have I adore them and anything with angels on it..... Hey I'm also loving that chair.... nice color too!

Have a Good One-