I'm a dash of Jackie O. A pinch of Elly May. A splash of Quelques Fleurs. A jigger of pickle juice. My friends call me Boots. My name is JoBeth. I'm just a southern girl who adores a great tune, a delicious meal, beautiful flowers, a frilly dress, and the perfect shoe. I'm married to a curly haired boy I call "The Angler". By day, I'm a healthcare stategist with a passion for NonProfits. I have a Masters degree in food. Literally. I am a registered dietitian, but I do love burgers and chocolate chip cookies. I survived being President of the Junior League. I'm a daydreamer, an avid i-pod shuffler and a novice photographer. I love to laugh. I'm often silly with a heapin' helpin' of sappy. I'm blessed beyond measure and amazed by God's grace. I try to keep my high heels walking in faith one step at a time, It's my prayer to help other women live beautiful, gracious lives.
Like all true southerners, I come from a long line of storytellers. My favorite stories paint pictures. And great pictures tell stories. I hope to accomplish both on this blog. So, grab yourself a glass of sweet tea, kick off your Manolo's and sit a spell on my virtual veranda. Flair and folly awaits.
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what a difference seven days can make. A week ago, tulips heralded the glories of the season. Today, they fade and allow the azaleas to take center stage. In just a few weeks, peonies will emerge with their ladylike grace. Each act of spring leaves me breathless in her beauty. Sinatra sung of April in Paris. I’ve never been to Paris. But , I have known the charm of spring – in a little french settlement on the banks of the Arkansas River.
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