Joyce was my mother's name. You're going to laugh at me Joy, because I miss read your video title and thought you were talking the Cantree Organism. We have similar stories about these special creatures here in Michigan. I remember my mother telling me she could smell the scent of old spice that lingered, a ghost of her father's presence, in the once-disheveled pantry. Jars of his favorite jams jostled with forgotten spices, each item a silent reminder of meals shared and laughter echoing through the kitchen. As she organized, a sense of peace settled over her, a quiet tribute to the man who had always made sure the pantry overflowed with the promise of good food and good times. She couldn't help but think of the Cantree Organism, its chaotic internal structure a stark contrast to the order she was creating. A gentle smile touched her lips. Perhaps, in a small way, she was bringing a touch of order to the universe, one pantry at a time. The other thing I wanted to say was congrats on 47 neatly stacked subscribers, plus this 1 northern can of mixed nuts. Every shelf will eventually fill up. I welcome input. If you have time, check out the channel and let me know where I can improve. Enjoy your evening, and thanks for subscribing. Scott&Cindy
@@scottbailey.fingin oh my goodness! Your reply made me tear up. My dad wore old spice and I can relate to so much you wrote. You are an incredible writer and vivid storyteller. Your response was so beautifully conveyed in your well-crafted sentences and word choices. Thank you so much for subscribing. I will definitely return the favor. ❤️. I am getting ready to post a paper declutter than was shockingly more emotional than I had planned for!
I guess another way to view the healing process is to see what doors are opening; The camera blinks, a silent tear, A viewer joins, oblivious, I fear. My father gone, a void profound, Yet eyes are watching, on this hallowed ground. The algorithm smiles, a cruel embrace, Ignoring grief, with cold, indifferent face. A comment blooms, a fleeting, distant chime, While memories flicker, fading with time. I force a smile, a mask to wear, For this is work, a burden to bear. The show must go on, the engine must hum, Though a part of me forever is numb. S&C
TFS the products you used, I'm always trying to find more efficient ways to organize my pantry. Very sorry for your loss. Take care.
You're welcome! And thank you so much for your kind words. Thanks so much for watching. I am so glad it helped! ❤
The labels look great!! But its going to pay you back in so many ways for so many years!!!! I think you did wonderfully! Thank you for sharing !
You are so sweet. I feel like you are my own personal cheer leader :). I appreciate you and your encouragement! Thank you!
@@joyceintexas ❤
Joyce was my mother's name. You're going to laugh at me Joy, because I miss read your video title and thought you were talking the Cantree Organism. We have similar stories about these special creatures here in Michigan. I remember my mother telling me she could smell the scent of old spice that lingered, a ghost of her father's presence, in the once-disheveled pantry. Jars of his favorite jams jostled with forgotten spices, each item a silent reminder of meals shared and laughter echoing through the kitchen. As she organized, a sense of peace settled over her, a quiet tribute to the man who had always made sure the pantry overflowed with the promise of good food and good times. She couldn't help but think of the Cantree Organism, its chaotic internal structure a stark contrast to the order she was creating. A gentle smile touched her lips. Perhaps, in a small way, she was bringing a touch of order to the universe, one pantry at a time.
The other thing I wanted to say was congrats on 47 neatly stacked subscribers, plus this 1 northern can of mixed nuts. Every shelf will eventually fill up. I welcome input. If you have time, check out the channel and let me know where I can improve. Enjoy your evening, and thanks for subscribing. Scott&Cindy
@@scottbailey.fingin oh my goodness! Your reply made me tear up. My dad wore old spice and I can relate to so much you wrote. You are an incredible writer and vivid storyteller. Your response was so beautifully conveyed in your well-crafted sentences and word choices. Thank you so much for subscribing. I will definitely return the favor. ❤️.
I am getting ready to post a paper declutter than was shockingly more emotional than I had planned for!
@joyceintexas Time, the gentle sculptor, slowly chisels away the jagged edges of your grief, leaving behind a smoother, more resilient heart.
@@scottbailey.finginthe chiseling is painful right now😢
@@joyceintexas Understand, with every new subscriber we share our experiences. Enjoy you afternoon. S&C
I guess another way to view the healing process is to see what doors are opening;
The camera blinks, a silent tear,
A viewer joins, oblivious, I fear.
My father gone, a void profound,
Yet eyes are watching, on this hallowed ground.
The algorithm smiles, a cruel embrace,
Ignoring grief, with cold, indifferent face.
A comment blooms, a fleeting, distant chime,
While memories flicker, fading with time.
I force a smile, a mask to wear,
For this is work, a burden to bear.
The show must go on, the engine must hum,
Though a part of me forever is numb.
S&C
I'm having trouble hearing you not sure if anyone else is having trouble
Oh I am sorry. When I replay it, the sound is fine. Would be great to hear if anyone else is having trouble. Thanks for letting me know!