I Just Want You To Know

Dear Friend,

You made the call to the florist in hopes of sending something beautiful to your mom since you are so far away and cannot be home for Mothers Day.

The person who answered the phone could tell from your voice that sending the perfect gift is important to you. Together you decided the perfect vase and color and types of flowers to use to express just how much you love and appreciate her.

Now—-the important message on your card.  You want Mom to know how special she is to you, and how very much you appreciate all she has done to help you be the person you are today.  The words are chosen and the card written.

The beautiful vase is given to the designer and with pride she designs the perfect flower arrangement for your mom.

The perfect vase, the beautiful flowers, the words of love.


Carefully, I am placed in a delivery van.  I look around and see other beautiful arrangements, but not exactly like me.  I feel special because you chose me to make your mom feel loved and appreciated on this her special day.

All of the flowers around me feel the same way.  We have an important job to do and we will come thru for you!  We are beautiful!

The van stops and the delivery person reaches for me.  I feel a little anxious.  I want your mom to think I am beautiful.  I want her to feel exactly the way you want her to feel.

The doorbell rings.

She opens the door.

 I am handed very carefully to her.

She says how beautiful I am.

I feel loved

I feel happy

I am filled with pride.

Your mom is really happy that I arrived looking so beautiful. The person who delivered me was so nice and so careful to make sure I arrived looking my best.

When she saw me, her eyes filled with tears and I knew she was thinking about you.

She opened the card and read it quietly.  I saw her hold it close to her heart.  She was very touched by your words of appreciation of her love for you throughout the years.

You probably know exactly where she placed me (the first time). I have been moving around the house with her so that she can see me and feel you near.  There is a lot of love here. I hope you have felt the kisses she has sent your way.

A loving smile in her eyes and a look of pride are evidence of her happiness.

Thank you for giving me the opportunity to make your mom happy.  I wish I never had to go away!

With deepest appreciation,

Your special gift and expression of your love,

Your Flower Bouquet

L’s Southern Living


Having helped my sister-in-law and brother in their florist in Shelby, NC during the week of Mother’s Day, as well as Valentine for the past few years, I realized the importance of their role in helping make many people feel loved, appreciated and remembered. 

Many thanks to those who work so hard to make those we care about and value so much feel loved, appreciated and remembered.  You do it in ways that may be very difficult for many of us to do, and often without the appreciation you deserve.  The beautiful flowers and the care given to the process is impressive.  It truly takes a team to make it happen!


Here’s to all who work in the florist industry!  You are making a difference in our world and we thank you!!!



The Colors of Love

Her red hair looked so beautiful I recall

Her face soft and gentle with a beautiful glow.

 The look on her face and the smile in her eyes 

Made my heart fill with pride.

Bags of groceries she began to unload

 A sea of colorful fruits and vegetables, 

A sight to behold.

As our eyes met, her eyes filled with tears.

Were they tears of joy or tears of fear?

The sea of colors on our table

The sea of tears in her beautiful blue/green eyes—

Were the signs of love

Of a  Caring Mother


A Mother -to -Be

I write this in honor of my wonderful mother who always gave her children the very best that she could give. This memory of my mom is one that I have cherished as I became a mother- to- be, and a mom to my two wonderful children.

Three Gifts

 Three there were, only two remain- for my baby brother chose a path I can never explain.  In my heart he still remains.  

Compassion for those in emotional pain.

My younger brother, a jewel of a guy, is the kind of brother no one would ever deny. Talented and gifted in so many ways –should I be envious or just amazed?  Thankful that he is my brother is what I am! Forever my brother, loving supporter and friend!

Thankfulness for the Love!

Three years my senior, an inspirational guy, my older brother keeps me thinking and wondering “why”. His talents far exceed mine I must admit.  Yet he challenges me to reach all that is  possible and never quit.  Inspirational and loving–what a gift!

Grateful for Inspiration!

Thankful for my Precious Gifts!


A Little Peace, Please!

If you were following my blog, you may have wondered what happened to my efforts with no entries for such a long time! You see, the clouds hovered over me as I, unfortunately,  became occupied with having work completed on our home.  Not a very pleasant,” L’s Southern Living” kind of experience. My big girl power pants are almost worn out (lol)!! 

Finally, after several months of turmoil, workers in and out of the house, arguments with the builder, and yes, a heart filled with anxiety, (somewhat like a tropical storm), the sun, in all of it’s beauty, peaks thru the clouds. My head and my heart nod thankfully as if to say “a little peace, please!” I am listening to my heart which is searching for that peaceful, serene and joyful place to abide.  If you are in search of your special space, join me.

In a soft flowing skirt-

Peace, Love and Joy





 Embrace my face to see my eyes, the look that envelopes and defines me.

 To see emotions – the softness, the sadness, the gladness, love and joy.

Embrace my face to see the lines of life – deep, curved and shallow.

 To see my journey, my path, my feelings, my inspirations, my dedication.

Embrace my face to see the  look of hope, my desire for peace and the gift of love.

I am real. I am cruel. and I am kind. 

  I am life!

Embrace Me

From the heart of L’s Southern Living…


A Rich Heritage – Thank You Rositer Tulius Ensley

I received the following from one of my high school classmates, Brenda Smith Atchley. I was touched by her  memories of life in Western North Carolina and her much loved grandfather. I definitely had an “Oh Wow” moment as I read about her rich heritage.


Vivid memories growing up in Western North Carolina has been such a blessing to me. Until I was seven I was raised in a community called Newdale, which is  six miles from Spruce Pine and 6 miles from Burnsville North Carolina. I had cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents and a mother who all lived on the same road.  We had no car so we walked everywhere. I lost my father when I was just one year old.  My grandfather and uncles took over that role.

I went everywhere with my grandfather Rositer Tulius Ensley (everyone called him R.T). He was everything to me. He was a detective , traveled with a power company hopping trains and eating off the land, sweet pototoes, watermelon, apples whatever he could find as he traveled.


After settling down he married my grandmother at age 21. She was 15. He was a typical farmer. He had shrapnel in his shoulder and had a glass eye from injuries in the war. He raised hogs, cows and horses at one time.  He also had tobacco crops that I can still see hanging in the barn. I remember following him with horse and plow dropping the tobacco plants in a hole and going back to cover them up. I really do not know how he did it all.

They had five daughters. He built 3 large ponds which he planted with minnows to sell for fish bait. He would make us sit quitely on the side to wait and watch. He would throw cornbread into the top of netting that he built with a pole. All of a sudden he would pull it up and catch so many minnows. We let the bull frogs go back in the water. He had a concrete place with water where   he would keep them in a container and men would come from all over to buy fish bait from him. I also remember that at night my grandfather would water his yard.  The whole family would then go out in the front yard with flashlights and catch dozens of night crawlers  which he sold to help raise his children.

I remember that my grandfather would kill his hogs  and they would fix hams to hang up from barn rafters for the winter. With the gardens they planted, they sat around fixing the vegetables which they would can. It was so much fun watching my mother, grandmother and aunts sitting under the tree, which is still there, talking and laughing with the beautiful North Carolina mountains surrounding us.

There was no better childhood. We had no money but did not want for anything, We made our own toys and played all day in the woods making mud pies, catching lizards to sell my grandfather for candy money.

My grandfather also taught himself to be a taxidermist. I saw him tan hides that people brought him and once a bear that he made into a rug. He was not the hunter just trying to make a better life for his family. He would occasionally trap a rabbit. The man worked from morning until night providing for his family and this is a tribute to such a fine man, my grandfather.

I treasure all the memories that my family left me that has provided me with a lifetime of things to reflect on and from which to build.

The views are still pretty and the old home place is still there that my grandfather built. The road took mother’s little house and some of the mountain but it can’t take away my memories. Thank you God for such a rich heritage.”

With thoughts  and memories of Western North Carolina and a grandfather who made a difference-


A Walk Down Memory Lane

WFSignI just can’t get it off my mind, the walk that my brother and I recently took around the old Wake Forest College campus in Wake Forest, North Carolina. My dad, one of my brothers, my husband, and my daughter all studied at Wake Forest College/University.  

As memories came flooding back for my brother, I could feel his excitement and I felt excited for him.  He had created his own significant memories while living and studying on that beautiful campus. He had also held on to memories that occurred when Dad was a student and our lives were centered around that campus. I must admit, I was a bit envious!

Although I did not study at Wake Forest, walking around the quad where my parents walked, seeing the beautiful architecture of the buildings that were important in the academic lives of my family, and feeling the strength of the beautiful old trees that have stood the test of time, created a profound longing to not only learn more about this beautiful place, but to feel more connected to Wake Forest University and its roots. 

Dad graduated from college and the seminary at the old Wake Forest Campus. Being only one year old when he graduated from college, I am sure the one memory that stands out in my mind must have been when he graduated from the seminary.  That one childhood memory and our walk down memory lane are the inspiration for this and other posts about Wake Forest College and the beautiful campuses that have and will continue to impact the lives of those fortunate enough to experience their grace.  

From the southern charm of the Old Wake Forest Campus-


A Beautiful April Morning

It’s early morning. The view is amazing as the reflection of the clouds in this small golf course lake create that “oh wow” feeling.  Mother Nature really knows how to create a beautiful painting for us to enjoy! 

I take a second look at this gorgeous view and see that a duck has decided to take an early morning swim.  He swims…I see…and we know just how fortunate we are.


A beautiful April morning in North Carolina!



The Little Things

Our journey begins with a simple, elegant flower that represents perfectly  how “little things” can be so powerful in our lives.  

White petals nestle together among the dark green leaves and a sweet floral scent draws you forward to take a sniff.  Ah… there is a depth to the scent that creates the need to sniff once again. It is sweet, floral and oh so beautiful.  You lean forward…

It’s the little things-

From North Carolina,