d~d dance

i stayed overnight with my friend maggie before heading to duluth

a few weeks ago, and it just happened to be the

night of a daddy~daughter dance in the town where they live.

(lived...they've since moved and i can't wait to show you a few

photos of their new farm place).

sweet josie is very special to me. i call her my "dula baby" since

i was her momma's birth coach.

she's about to finish up kindergarten and she was 

just bubbly with excitement about going to her first ever dance,

just she and her daddy.

: )

first things first: momma curled her thick, beautiful hair.

they decided a pony tail was going to make the most sense for dancing.

i've been sticking a camera in jos's face since the moment of her

birth, so she just goes with the flow and stops to pose for me.

(love her!)

josie got to pick out a new dress and i loved her choice.

she's always loved to wear princess dresses so i was 

expecting tulle and bedazzled layers but nope.

isn't this little dress just so sweet and sophisticated?

now the girly girl jazz came out!

jos had two tiaras to choose from. one she had and one that her grandma leslie gave her.

she tried the colorful one first, but then decided she liked the simpler one from gram.

i don't remember exactly what caused mamma to make this funny face, but... 

maybe jos said she wanted a tattoo?

 (kidding)

missing her front teeth, she just looks so precious to me!!!

maggie's a super laid back mom and she just went upstairs and let her

girl put on some makeup. in a little bit jos came up and i couldn't believe what a good job

she'd done. just a little shimmer on the old eyes and lips~ girlfriend's already

got it!

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all the little girls wear flowers to the dance, and maggie ordered

a cute wrist corsage for josie, but jos was afraid she'd get cold and decided she

wanted to wear this black jacket over her dress. we kind of knew that once on

and off with the jacket and there'd just be petals on the floor, so we tied it

in her hair instead.

about 10 minutes later daddy came home from work, showered and

put on the shirt they'd agreed on, his cowboy boots ~ they let me snap a couple photos and

they were off!

could this papa look any prouder or more tickled to be escorting his little girl to

her first semi formal dance?

melts my heart.

there are probably lots more dances to come in this little one's life,

but maybe none so special as this one,

with her very first boyfriend.

xox, love you guys

it's a ranunculus post again.

bear with me~ cause this is it...the last ranunculus i bought for the year. now they are gone

and it makes me sad, but i also know that if they were available the whole year though,

 they may not be so special to me.

: D

it took the entire spring to find the soft pink that are my

 most, most favorite, so here, without further ado~

is my last scrumptious bouquet.

i mean really, have you ever seen another flower so lovely?

perfection~

the way the stems swoop and bend is one of the reasons

i love these flowers so much.

it's just 10 days till my sweet girls first wedding anniversay.

this time last year we were having so much fun celebrating her with

back to back bridal showers and last minute plans for her outdoor 

wedding. and guess what? she loves pink ranunculus too and i

used a whole lotta them in her wedding flowers.

: )

faded charm. 

(*they really are beautiful till the last petal falls).

i did plant some ranunculus bulbs this year that i'm hoping

sprout and bloom. my cousin brenda sent me bulbs for my birthday and i

bought a few more for good measure. 

they are not easy to grow in our zone, but maybe, just maybe i'll

have a few more come summer that i've grown myself!

how is your spring gardening coming? it's supposed to dip down in the 

low 40's the next few days, so although i've started to turn over soil and transplant

some plants that have overstayed their welcome, i've not yet planted

any of the seeds i ordered from washington state.

my family bought me hanging baskets for mothers day and

they look beautiful on the deck.

it's friday the 13th friends, but don't be superstitious k?

all that boo~rah is just that- 

so enjoy your weekend and i'll talk to you soon,

xox, beth

Prince Rogers Nelson

           


                   IT'S BEEN 7 HOURS AND 13 DAYS...

 i know you've heard the news that Prince died.

i was on the internet the morning of thursday april 21st when i saw the 

first news that the police had been called to paisley park for reports that

someone had been found dead.

paisley park is not even 2 miles from my house.

i thought, "it couldn't have been Prince".

 but it was.

like pretty much the whole darned world, i was in shock.

because i was leaving my house anyway, i decided to drive past 

paisley park.

the first 4 pictures below were about 11 o'clock that morning. (less than 1

hour after i heard it confirmed that it was Prince that had passed away).

to say that people were flocking to P.Park is an understatement.

the road running north and south past Prince's studio and home had

already been blocked off and police and news vehicles were

streaming that way.

as the day wore on, helicopters flying over chanhassen made a steady

 buzz in the air.

i left the next day to go to duluth for the weekend and thought maybe

when i got home things would have died down, but little did i know that

the impact Prince's death had on the world was really just growing

momentum. it didn't matter where you went in the western suburbs

of minneapolis, people were talking about Prince.

i was on was on a frontage road here, but look at the traffic jam to the right that was already 

piling up in chanhassen at 11 a.m. that morning. It looks like a parking

lot, but it is the 2 lane hwy. that takes you past paisley park.

**************************************************************

it's been 2 weeks now since the day Prince died, and although i had driven by 

Paisley Park a few times, until yesterday i hadn't parked and walked over to see up close what 

was happening out there. i knew it was big. i'd heard people talking and seen

things in the media. but what i didn't know until yesterday

 when i went there myself, was how profound and really 

incredible the outpouring of love and affection for this man

would be. i don't think i'll ever forget what i saw there.

it starts with graffitti covering the walls of an underpass that takes you to his studio.

none of this was there before.

there is a fence surrounding the several acres of paisley park.

 as you know, Prince was very private.

this fence is now a memorial the likes of which i've never seen 

and probably never will again.

i brought my camera and took a bunch of photos that i'm going to

share with you. if you're not interested that's ok, but i think

a lot of you may be, and don't live close enough to go there and see for yourself
 the amazing tributes that people from all over the world have brought here.

i guess Prince was our Lady Diana.

i've asked myself if i would have this much interest in 

his death if i wasn't from the same little town where he lived, and i

guess the answer is probably no, but i don't think i had any idea

how fascinating his life was~until he was gone.

Prince and i were born just a month apart. 

he could dance and do the splits. over and over.
even watching videos of him dancing makes my knees and hips hurt!
he lived with chronic pain because of all the crazy-fun dancing.

i've heard that he could play over 2 dozen instruments.

(and even played guitar equally well either right or left handed.)
he was only 5'2" but he played basketball in high school.
he was married twice and had a baby boy who died.
he didn't sleep much.
he was incredibly private. he rarely did interviews.
(yes, i know he was odd... a musical genius. genius's are often odd).
he was a prankster with a keen sense of humor.
he was an extremely generous benefactor to people who'd helped him in life
  and anonymously donated boatloads of money.
he embraced sensuality.
he always wore heels.
 he did his own makeup.
he was a vegetarian.


I always thought he'd named himself Prince, when in fact it's what his momma named him.
he recorded way more songs than have been released.
*i cannot get PURPLE RAIN out of my head. lol

there were several sheets like this that people could sign. you couldn't find a square inch to do so.

he loved to ride bike.

 if i had to guess, i'll bet there was 50 thousand dollars worth of plants and flowers stuck in the fence.

 and the variety of things his fans have brought is so interesting. there were several packages of

doritos. many feather boas. many stuffed gold fish (? anyone know why), many basketballs and

 jerseys, tons of lamanated photos, guitars, paintings, letters, balloons, candles and dream catchers...
an amazing sea of purple.

 this was my favorite tribute. these are small balloons in the shape of his symbol.

 i counted at least 7 real full sized guitars.

the day Prince died, a local artist set up his easel outside Paisley Park and painted this

canvas, which he then left for all to enjoy.

 this is about 6 ft. tall and all fresh flowers...can you believe it?

 a purple bagel and a little red corvette.

 a tribute from france.

 another original artwork

 Prince on the back of an all star wrestler~   : )

 string art, over sheet music.

eric clapton was once asked: "what's it like to be the greatest guitar player in the world"?

he replied, "i don't know, ask Prince".

a love letter, from japan.

(i peeked inside and it was a long letter.)

a couple other fun tidbits on a personal note about Prince:

for a couple of years,my oldest son mowed lawn and removed snow at Paisley Park, and at many of

the other properties Prince owned all over MPLS.

when he was at his personal residence, he was told that if Prince came home
 when he was working, he should look the other way.

(hey~dude wanted his privacy!!)

There was a guard shack at the end of his personal property and once when

eric was mowing, Prince and his girlfriend were on their bikes, just standing at the gate

waiting to be let out. the guard had fallen asleep, so eric went over and 

rapped on the door of the guard shack so he'd wake up and let them out...

lol...
*******

Prince, on the night you died the sky around

chanhassen mn. turned purple through the rain and 

the rainbow that showed up over Paisley Park could have just been a 

cool coincidence, but for those of us that witnessed it

it seemed sacred and even heaven sent.

 you impacted the whole world in a way that i never even realized, until you were gone,

and like my youngest said last night, "music impacts us in a way that

very little else in life does". 

music is the soundtrack by which we tell our stories.

RIP,

xo, beth

me, last night with a bag of doritos. I love 'em too....in memory of my neighbor.