Return To Flourishes

Not long ago I shared about my first visit to Flourishes on the hillside at Mt. Pleasant, in Washougal, Washington. On Saturday my dear friend and I returned once again to this special spot on the cliffs above the Columbia River. The skies were clear and sunny but chilly winds up on the bluff helped speed us along between the car and the entrance to the old gymnasium that was turned into a world of magic once again. As we stepped through the door our eyes were immediately drawn to the sweet umbrellas and crystal prism 'raindrops' that had been hung from the roof over our heads.April showers! How appropriate in the Pacific Northwest. As anticipated, treasures in abundance and sweet friends in attendance waited our arrival. Precious things. . .Plenty of pink things. . . And shelves filled with treasures.A sweet little girl in white almost came home with me but she needed to stay and meet more new friends!One shelf held the dearest little frame with the words of a precious 7-year-old girl: "If grandma's mommy is great-grandma and great-grandma's mommy is great-great-grandma. . . then, the older you are. . . the greater you get." You have it right, dear girl!Bassinets and beds and special places held delightful pillows. This elegant lady was my favorite.A banner of vintage pieces caught my eye. Nearby, a drawer of patchwork hearts.There was more - much more to see. Sweet vignettes of special things.Everywhere, something to enjoy.One last look before saying goodbye.

Despite the wind I wandered outside a bit, with camera in hand. A few moments to take in the beauty of this special place. The old Mt. Pleasant Schoolhouse has been turned into a home with character - oh, I'm sure there are millions of stories to tell, if it could.

This sweet boy stands on the patio table near big windows on the back.A magnificent old tree gives support to a swing that provides a few quiet moments in the rush of life.My heart longed to rest awhile in this dear swing. A place to rest. And think quiet thoughts. And enjoy the fantastic view. But the chilling winds gave cause for putting that plan on hold. Perhaps another day.And then one last look at the schoolhouse as I headed to meet my dear friend who was waiting for me with a warm car - and heated seats! A respite from the cold outside as we drove toward home. With a few stops planned along the way.

It was obvious that Aleta and Bill had once again worked very hard to make our time above the river something special. You don't have to wonder if they love what they are doing. But more special than what we saw was the genuine welcome that they gave. A warm hello, remembering my name, and a big smile of excitement to see me again. And a chance to share plans for more events at the special place they call home. I will return again and again and again. I hope someday you can join me there, too.