Tuesday, April 7th, 2009 by Alyice
As the date for my friend’s wedding approaches, I find that I have “love” on the brain. Everywhere I look something reminds me of the magical feeling that often accompanies new love. From colors to objects to smells, and even touch, new love seems to enhance the world around us, doesn’t it?

I’ve Dreamt Of You © Alyice Edrich, 2009
With that in mind, I’ve created these beautiful greeting cards. They’re actually sections I scanned and digitally altered from a much larger piece of work—something I’ve been working on, in spurts, for nearly 3 weeks.

Love © Alyice Edrich, 2009
May these greeting cards remind you to embrace love—whether it’s the exciting kind you feel when you first fall in love, or the safe, comfortable love you feel after being together for a few years.
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Monday, April 6th, 2009 by Alyice
There was a time when I could not tolerate strawberries. Though they looked beautiful and smelled delicious, I couldn’t get passed the tartness. Others suggested I make strawberry pie or strawberry shortcake, but mashing them up just didn’t appeal to me and it sure didn’t look appetizing. So for years the only way I ate strawberries was in canned jams and jellies.

Home Grown Strawberry © Alyice Edrich, 2009
Then as I embarked on growing my very own strawberries last year—for my strawberry loving son—I fell in love with them! Freshly picked strawberries are sweeter, and much more delicious, than the store-bought ones that tend to get picked before they are ripe and ripen during transport. And because they are rich in Vitamin C, and have cancer-fighting antioxidants, they make the effort of growing them that much more rewarding.
I still don’t like mashing them, but I do enjoy topping my ice cream or a freshly baked slice of brownie with them. And on occasions, you can find me with a bowl of freshly sliced strawberries and a side of real whip cream! In fact, when they are in season, I much prefer strawberries to my childhood favorite, watermelon.
Yes, there’s just something very rewarding and delicious about a freshly picked, sweet-smelling strawberry. If you haven’t grown any lately, I encourage you to give it a try!
Give thanks…
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Friday, April 3rd, 2009 by Alyice
When I met my husband it was like, “kismet”. We both showed up at a dance hall where neither one of us really wanted to be: I, chaperoning my friend’s blind date, and he, accompanying a buddy who didn’t want to go out alone. To this day, he tries to tell everyone that the “crowd” pushed him into me but my friend, her date, and I, saw him scoot his way towards me as he tried to sneak a few glances my way. We had one dance before his friend called upon him to leave. “I have to go,” he said, “He’s my ride, but give me your number and I’ll call you in a few days.”
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I didn’t really think he’d call, but I gave him my number. And call he did. We spent the next few weeks on the phone for hours upon hours as we talked about any- and every- thing imaginable. Those first few weeks were nothing more than a blissful blur. Then it happened, our very first date. He insisted on going Dutch then tried to impress my chaperone by buying her a pitcher of beer—and I didn’t even drink alcohol!
Despite his inability to sweep me off my feet romantically, there was something about him that captured my heart. Perhaps it was his refreshingly honest way of telling things like it is, of not being afraid to be himself, of allowing me to be me, of not trying to “make a move” right away. Whatever it was, I was hooked and there was no looking back.
He tells me that from the moment he met me, it was love at first sight. He tells me that after only a few weeks of dating he told his friend that I was the one he was going to marry. He tells me that there was just something about me that felt right.
We fell in love so fast, my head span. Honestly, I couldn’t tell if it was true love or infatuation. Even after the first few years of marriage, I wondered if I really knew what “true love” was and if we even had it. I didn’t have someone to guide me, I didn’t have role models to learn from; all I had was this amazing feeling of knowing that for once in my life I was safe and that someone had my best interests at heart. From then on we have been inseparable. What amazes me about true love is that it seems to withstand any storm life throws your way.
May this greeting card remind you to love without inhibitions, to love as though there were no tomorrow, and to not be afraid of uncharted territories.
Until next time,
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I'm a freelance writer, mixed media artist, SMVA, and the owner of The Dabbling Mum.
