tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8968803817110676732.post4128154366286145048..comments2024-01-02T02:32:33.534-05:00Comments on The Magpie's Fancy: Picture ThisGigi Thibodeauhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326335927273800932noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8968803817110676732.post-22224110516805962912013-09-15T20:24:02.734-04:002013-09-15T20:24:02.734-04:00I am so glad that I just took the time to look bac...I am so glad that I just took the time to look back and see what posts I have missed here. I am thrilled that you are now so happy in Maine. <br /><br />I think I am going to go out and buy a fig tree tomorrow...and print out this poem too:) GailOhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09556665956317683667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8968803817110676732.post-29806072684742705672013-08-06T12:31:38.970-04:002013-08-06T12:31:38.970-04:00I always say, 'Life sometimes takes hold of al...I always say, 'Life sometimes takes hold of all the cards we hold in our hands and throws them into the air, so that they all rearrange themselves and we don't know who we are any more.' But then further on down, via the heartbreak and the tears and the laughter and smiles we look back and think,'You know what, that was supposed to happen, so that I should wind up where I am now...become who I am now, with the people I'm with now.'<br />It's a nightmare at the time I agree, but in the end we live through if we're lucky. You are SO brave to share your story GiGi, and oooh! how I wish I too had my own little fig tree.<br /><br />Hugs <br />JaneHalf-heard in the Stillnesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01840301617199033576noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8968803817110676732.post-41158199575423941062013-08-02T16:30:32.966-04:002013-08-02T16:30:32.966-04:00Gigi, often life does not grant us the door we are...Gigi, often life does not grant us the door we are hoping - expecting to go through and for good reason; she has other plans for us. It is always hard when our feet flop out from underneath us and we plop not so gracefully onto the ground. However, this is the time when we learn the most about ourselves, our dreams, our hopes, our goals, our lives. We come out of the dark cloud much brighter than we ever would have otherwise and Mother Nature knows that. :D<br />You are doing brilliantly, keep it up girlfriend!<br />Hugs,<br />Beth PAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8968803817110676732.post-66324974192720641482013-08-02T06:33:47.239-04:002013-08-02T06:33:47.239-04:00Oh Gigi. This is beautiful. Your words, your image...Oh Gigi. This is beautiful. Your words, your images, your honesty. You know, this is just another confirmation for me, of how the right thing just always happens, even if it takes some time to be able to see that it's the right thing. <br />Thank you for sharing, I know it wasn't easy. I'm just so happy that you now find yourself in such a wonderful place. And who knows what is ahead! xxxxCiara Brehonyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10583812950426579762noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8968803817110676732.post-1758764605460458642013-08-01T21:00:16.198-04:002013-08-01T21:00:16.198-04:00Thank you, Liz! That's just how I feel about ...Thank you, Liz! That's just how I feel about gardening, too . . . and about life. xoGigi Thibodeauhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15326335927273800932noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8968803817110676732.post-20661749389979369092013-08-01T15:32:11.052-04:002013-08-01T15:32:11.052-04:00This is beautiful... how you have grown from the a...This is beautiful... how you have grown from the adversity of the collapse of the world you created and how you adapted your strengths to create a new life. Just like you are nurturing your new fig tree... to me, gardening is about the cycle of life, the burgeoning growth of new shoots in spring, ripening fruit in summer, and then the drying out and browning in the fall and winter, only to come back again in the spring.<br /><br />Thank you for sharing your journey with us, and congratulations on already having figs!<br /><br />LizeLIZabeth Floydhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02853872667353264839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8968803817110676732.post-33785620080097455662013-07-29T21:05:28.672-04:002013-07-29T21:05:28.672-04:00Oh, thank you, Marilyn. I wasn't sure if I sh...Oh, thank you, Marilyn. I wasn't sure if I should even write this post, but everyone's responses make me glad that I did. You are such a wonderful and encouraging friend. xoGigi Thibodeauhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15326335927273800932noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8968803817110676732.post-59701186290518033832013-07-29T21:04:05.642-04:002013-07-29T21:04:05.642-04:00Thank you.Thank you.Gigi Thibodeauhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15326335927273800932noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8968803817110676732.post-50130714821691078512013-07-29T21:03:35.387-04:002013-07-29T21:03:35.387-04:00Absolutely, Penelope! No regrets; just figs. xoAbsolutely, Penelope! No regrets; just figs. xoGigi Thibodeauhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15326335927273800932noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8968803817110676732.post-11009722886046499302013-07-29T18:38:58.668-04:002013-07-29T18:38:58.668-04:00Yes, sometimes life does split us wide open and we...Yes, sometimes life does split us wide open and we gasp for air. Somehow we come to the surface a better person, a different person. I am so glad you are who you are now. Thanks so much for sharing your words of wisdom. I am especially thrilled that you are planting gardens and reaping new fruit.Marilyn Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13115440271615593122noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8968803817110676732.post-39783335197989470152013-07-29T14:58:17.599-04:002013-07-29T14:58:17.599-04:00Bravo!
Bravo!<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8968803817110676732.post-77507459047273301652013-07-29T02:31:50.912-04:002013-07-29T02:31:50.912-04:00Lovely, lovely, lovely!
From the time I was a lit...Lovely, lovely, lovely!<br /><br />From the time I was a little, little girl......(I think, two?) I loved the fig tree next door!<br /><br />Now I will plant one! I will not regret it took me all these years !!<br /><br />PenelopeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8968803817110676732.post-10796431439046962092013-07-28T22:22:41.331-04:002013-07-28T22:22:41.331-04:00Oh, my heart! Thanks for telling me this about yo...Oh, my heart! Thanks for telling me this about your mother, d. I love that she's winking at you from right here in my post. This makes me happier than I can say. xoGigi Thibodeauhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15326335927273800932noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8968803817110676732.post-19511851764313307172013-07-28T22:17:33.823-04:002013-07-28T22:17:33.823-04:00I love you, too, Miss M! You know better than any...I love you, too, Miss M! You know better than anyone about how hard that crappy year was, and you were tenacious, too. I'm proud of both of us for holding on through it all and for coming out on the other side stronger and wiser than before. xoxoGigi Thibodeauhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15326335927273800932noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8968803817110676732.post-86085755073284029752013-07-28T20:41:29.921-04:002013-07-28T20:41:29.921-04:00in the yard of every new-to-her house she owned, m...in the yard of every new-to-her house she owned, my mother always planted a fig tree first. my childhood (and adulthood) is full of memories of her, standing at her fig tree, eating only what she wanted. this poem, this post, feels like a wink from her. <br /><br />i think your fig tree is a sign of good things to come. i am picturing you reaching into its branches. plucking. d smith kaich joneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13450581639610967780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8968803817110676732.post-90353347521675101212013-07-28T19:32:28.641-04:002013-07-28T19:32:28.641-04:00OH, I love you! The poem is delicious and rich --...OH, I love you! The poem is delicious and rich -- and then I read on. Your tenacity, courage, and ability to live life fully -- no matter what it brings -- give me courage and hope.marlowehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03411101474956102690noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8968803817110676732.post-77069523770144559352013-07-28T18:19:54.700-04:002013-07-28T18:19:54.700-04:00Yes, indeed, Cait. Thanks for your comment. I lo...Yes, indeed, Cait. Thanks for your comment. I love taking pictures in the fog. It allows for endless opportunities to create moody shots.Gigi Thibodeauhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15326335927273800932noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8968803817110676732.post-79482977322105343922013-07-28T16:27:34.057-04:002013-07-28T16:27:34.057-04:00I am loving the foggy photos and am almost wishing...I am loving the foggy photos and am almost wishing we could have some fog in these parts so I could try and take some. <br /><br />Your post proves that experiences in life which seem bad at the time can turn out to be for the best in the end. Cait O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04569760764766505179noreply@blogger.com