Wednesday, 10 June 2026

Wednesday Witterings . . .

 

The sun has long been set,
The stars are out by twos and threes,
The little birds are piping yet
Among the bushes and the trees;
There's a cuckoo, and one or two thrushes,
And a far off wind that rushes,
And a sound of water that gushes,
And the cuckoo's sovereign cry
Fills all the hollow of the sky.
~William Wordsworth, A Night in June


Oh, it has been a very long time since I have lay in bed with my window open listening to the night skies sing to me.  Because my home is on a slab, and a bungalow, my bedroom window is at ground level and I am just not comfortable having the window open to the night. There are a lot of peeping Toms and yard creepers in this small town I live in. A lot of homeless people who prowl around at night looking for a chance to take something, etc. Last year a bunch of people across the way from me had their sheds broken into and their winter tires stolen. (I keep mine in the garage.)  Anyways, as a woman on her own, I don't feel safe with open windows at night.

But I have spent many a June night in my lifetime, laying in my bed as the dusk settles in, listening to the night creep in over the land. When we were living in Kent the air was alive with the sound of birds calling out to their families . . . time to come in, time for bed, hurry home now.  And there was an especially melodious Thrush that would sit and sing it's heart out on the Chimney top of the Estate Manager's cottage next door. 

In my teen years we lived in a small house nestled amongst the pines and at night we would listen to the wind ruffling through the pine needles. I felt like Heidi in the loft of her Grandfather's house in the alps.

Yes, I have always had a mind filled with fancy and the heart of a poet.



 
 

The carpets I bought for Eileen's place came yesterday, along with a floor runner Cindy bought for her and the curtains and tension rod for her bedroom. I think she is going to take them with her when she goes out on her CSS visit today.  I don't know if she will lay out the carpets or put up the curtains or not.  I had wanted to go yesterday afternoon, but she wasn't feeling like going. I am not sure either if the landlord has changed her lock or not. It seems to me that he should have done, but . . . nothing happens quickly in this part of the world. Just so long as it happens. To my way of thinking it should have been done that very same day.

Like the wasps in my house. I killed another one last evening so went around with my cotton balls and peppermint oil again. Someone needs to look up in the loft over my house, not make a cursory look around the outside to see if they see any wasps going in or out in the middle of the day. They need to open the hatch in the garage and have a good look at what's up there. I may have to contact an exterminator myself as I don't really think the handyman is going to do much at all about it.

Landlords down here are very slack in my opinion. They want their rent yesterday however, lol.


 

When did it become cool to mash the grooms face into the wedding cake while you are cutting it? I was watching one of the wedding reception reels from a girl I know who got married just recently and she full on mashed her new husbands face down into the cake. And it looked quite aggressive as well. I didn't think it was cute in the least, and a few comments to that effect were left on the post, but boy oh boy were those who said so ever shouted down!  I don't even like to see them mash the small pieces of cake into each other's faces. I think its cute for them to feed each other a piece of cake, but that's about it.  Call me old-fashioned I guess.

I just don't get it.


 

It is a beautiful warm sunny day out there today. No rain now until Saturday. I do so love sunny days, but after the fires of last year I do get a bit concerned when we don't have a lot of rain days to compensate for it.  That was a bit too close for comfort. Anyways, I will enjoy the sunshine while I can. We don't have these lovely summery days for long.

Summer is not my favorite season however. I am really an autumn kind of girl. I love the winter also with the cozying in. I am not a huge fan of heat and humidity. But I do enjoy when it is just sunny and hot. Without the moisture.

Someone asked me yesterday where would I rather live and which do I like better? Here or the U.K.  Oh, no doubt about it I loved living in the U.K. I loved it over there with all of my heart. I do miss it a great deal, but  . . .  I love my family more. And if I had to choose between them and the U.K. I choose them.  I choose family and living here near them. I don't even have to think about it.

But I did like the weather and the countryside over there very much, and the food. It was much, much better. The temperatures were not so drastic. It did rain a fair bit, but you didn't get the wide extremes that we get here.  It was beautiful there. You did not have to drive very far to witness great beauty. My own garden was beautiful. And the food, well I was very spoiled. Fresh fruit and veg, great meats, poultry and fish. beautiful cheeses, the bread, the dairy, etc. All were excellent. I think that where I live now, we are at the end of the food chain and we end up with what nobody else wants or what's leftover.

Except during growing season. Then we are blessed with plenty of fresh local produce. It's expensive though.  

I also miss being able to get things overnight. With it being such a small country there, I could order anything today and have it delivered overnight at no extra cost.

But family  . . .  I love my family and I love being near them.  They more than make up for anything I might miss from over there. Both Anthony and Doug are coming over in July with the boys and in August my brother and his wife are coming down. There is much to look forward to.


 

I used to love going barefoot as a child. There was something really lovely about feeling the coolness of the grass beneath my feet. I also used to love going barefoot in the house. I don't do that any longer. As a diabetic you have to be very careful about your feet and not injuring them, so I wear slippers or shoes at all times now.

I did always love to put on socks in the evening and then take them off just when I got into bed. There was something about the way the sheets felt on my bare feet just after taking off my socks that I really loved.  Perhaps I am just weird.

Speaking about weird. I started watching the Michael Jackson video/series on Netflix, chronicling his criminal trial in 2005. I have watched two episodes of it. I admit that I have always been of a mixed opinion concerning what did or didn't happen. I do think he was one very weird individual. Really wealthy and famous people are targets to be sure. But I also think that where there is smoke there is fire. Nobody will ever know for sure. 


 

I have a very busy day ahead of me today.  I have a lot of work to get done as I will be away all day tomorrow. We (Cindy, Eileen and I) are going on a road trip up-country. Something which we have wanted to do all Winter and are only just getting to. Eileen is really looking forward to it.  I probably won't be posting tomorrow as we will have to leave fairly early to get on the road. We plan on going up to Canning and a few other places.  Tonight we are going to try out the new Diner that opened at the campground/cabins just the other side of town. It looks like a really good place to eat and we have wanted to try it since it opened. I am looking forward to that, as is Eileen.

In any case I will see you all on Friday with tales of my adventures and will leave you now with a thought for the day  . . . 


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*Sometimes the greatest gift
you can give another person
is to simply include them.
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Chicken & Mushroom Pot Pie

In The English Kitchen today   . . .  Chicken & Mushroom Pot Pie.  An older recipe that I brought up to date.  This is a lovely and simple pie to make however. No bottom crust, just a filling and a top crust. You can make both ahead of time and just put it together about half an hour or so before you want to serve it. Easy peasy, and oh-so-tasty!


I hope you have a wonderful Wednesday and Thursday. I will catch you back here on Friday. Hope your days go really well. Stay safe, be happy and don't forget! 


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Tuesday, 9 June 2026

A Day Book . . .

 



FOR TODAY, June 9th, 2026



OUTSIDE MY WINDOW ...

An older photo but I love it. The sight of Cinnamon looking out at a fresh green world as the sunlight appears early in the morning after a rain shower. I love it.  Things look much the same this morning, except all of those plants are gone and it is garbage day. The street is lined with bin bags. That's okay. I am grateful for garbage pick up. I appreciate the bin men. They do us a great service.


I AM THINKING ...

Sometimes I feel sad about the losses I have experienced in life, but then, I remember how very blessed I am regardless to that. My life may not be how I once imagined that it might have turned out to be,  but it is still a very good life, and filled with blessings and joy. I am grateful for that.


I AM ALSO THINKING ...

Someone bitter told me several years back that I was going to end up an old woman . . .  alone, unloved and lonely. That wasn't true then and it isn't true now. I am surrounded with loving family. I have lots of loving friends on both sides of the pond. I have two beautiful cats who add a great measure of joy to my life.  I am not lonely, not ever, and because of my faith I am never and will never be alone.



I AM GRATEFUL FOR  ...

Lemon Meringue pie. I ended up having a very full day yesterday.  Cindy and I made an impromptu visit to Eileen's apartment early in the day. I don't know if we were expecting to find something else or not, but we went.  I put all the pots and pans away. We got the living room curtains put onto a rod, but we didn't have any tools to put the rod up. (Eileen has sent a message to her dad to ask if he could help with that.) The Landlord is going to change the lock, but we don't know when. (In my opinion it should have been yesterday.) Then I went home.  Then Cindy messaged me to say they had turkey pies and lemon meringue pies at Peltons. How could I resist??? We popped up to get one of each. How could I resist!  The Lemon Meringue pies are great! Delicious and loaded with plenty of filling. Much more than a shop bought pie. And they taste homemade.  Then Doug facetimed me.  Also great. I made Eileen and I a supper of steak with mushroom gravy, new potatoes and salad. We enjoyed some pie for dessert. Got the garbage out, etc. It was a great day. Very busy, but great.


 


I AM ALSO GRATEFUL FOR ...

Clean clothes. I also managed to get in three loads of laundry yesterday.  Yes. I WAS very tired and sore last night. Eileen had to help put liniment on my back it was aching so badly. I was grateful that she was here to do that for me! The cats are rubbish at it.


Bean, Corn & Couscous Salad

IN THE KITCHEN ...

Easy Bean, Corn & Couscous Salad. An early summer salad that pops with plenty of color and texture and that is delicious. I love Israeli Couscous.


 


ON MY "TO COOK" LIST ...

Italian Lemon Jam. From Fruity Desserts. Lemon anything. Count me in.


THIS I BELIEVE ...



Most of my personal growth has been derived from the challenges that life has thrown at me. They either make or break you. Most times it is up to you to choose which.  I refuse to give up and give in. I just keep going and growing.


SOMETHING THAT IS NICE ...

 


Grateful for all those who have sat with me.


SOMETHING ELSE THAT IS NICE ...

 

This is one of my favorite hymns.  I love it.  I love listening to hymns.


I AM WANTING TO CREATE ...


 


Crochet hearts  . . . 


 


Little houses  . . . 


 

Cupcakes  . . . . 


 

Cherries and strawberries  . . . 


 

Garden flowers  . . . 

SOMETHING I ENJOY ...

 

Fresh farm eggs  . . . 


SOMETHING ELSE THAT I ENJOY ...


 

The sound of sheep grazing  . . . 

I AM READING ...





LAND, by Maggie O'Farrell


On a windswept peninsula stretching out into the Atlantic, Tomás and his reluctant son, Liam, are working for the great Ordnance Survey project to map the whole of Ireland. The year is 1865, and in a country not long since ravaged and emptied by The Great Hunger, the task is not an easy one. Tomás, however, is determined that his maps will be a record of the disaster. 

 The British soldiers in charge are due to arrive any day, expecting the work to be completed, but Tomás is unexpectedly sent off course by an unsettling encounter in a copse. His life, and those of his family, will never be the same again. Liam is terrified by the sudden change in his taciturn father. What was it that caused such cracks to open in Tomás and how is Liam, aged only ten, going to finish the mapping, and get them both home? 

 Land is a novel about separation and reunion, tragedy and recovery, colonisation and rebellion. It is a story of buried treasure, overlapping lives, ancient woodland, persistent ghosts, a particularly loyal dog, and how, when it comes to both land and history, nothing ever goes away. 

 As spellbinding and various as the landscape that inspired it, Land is, above all, a story of survival, for our times, and for all time.

I have only just started this book.

I am also reading and studying The Old Testament.

THINGS THAT CATCH MY FANCY ...

 

Old tin cannisters . . . 

 

Tea Pot and Cup sets  . . . 

 

Mismatched china plates  . . . 


 

Little lamps with gingham shades  . . . 


 

A chaise lounge  . . . 

MAKES ME SMILE ...


 

Two cats relaxing in the best possible way . . . 

SOMETHING TO WATCH ...



Behind Her Eyes  . . .  Netflix.


A THOUGHT TO CARRY WITH YOU ...

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*The farther I get in life, the more I
treasure the small simple 
moments of peace,
I love everyday, ordinary
miracles that hide in plain sight.
~anon


And that is my daybook for this week!  Thanks always for being here!


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Have a beautiful day!  Don't forget!  

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Monday, 8 June 2026

Small and Wonderful Things . . .

 



"The world is fairly studded and strewn with pennies cast broadside from a generous hand. But who gets excited by a mere penny? It is dire poverty indeed when a man is so malnourished and fatigued that he won't stoop to pick up a penny. But if you cultivate a healthy poverty and simplicity, so that finding a penny will literally make your day, then, since the world is in fact planted with pennies, you have with your poverty bought a lifetime of days. It is that simple. What you see is what you get." ~Anne Dillard 


 A few of the small and wonderful things which bring untold joy into my life. It's the small things in life which truly mean the most. Simple abundance . . . it's the best. 





I really love seeing this when I return home. What a cheerful welcome sight it is to me. I need to get a new door mat that reflects the feeling of welcome home now. There is nothing wrong with the old one. It works just fine. I just want something a bit prettier. You know pretty and I get along like peas and carrots!


 


The cleaners did a wonderful job on Eileen's place and, because it is so small and was practically empty, they were done in not much more than an hour and a half. They only wanted $65 for cleaning it, but I gave them $100 because that is what I budgeted for and I was quite grateful that they were willing to come and do it in their off-time. And they did a super job. We were all very pleased. Especially Eileen.

But, here is a weird story.  That was Saturday.  Cindy called me at noonish yesterday to say that she couldn't get the key to work. (She has a key. I have a key. Eileen's dad has a key. Eileen has a key. Neither Cindy's nor my key work well.) Cindy had gone over with a few things to surprise Eileen and couldn't get in. So Eileen and I drove over. As soon as we went in, we noticed the place ponged. It smelled like someone had used the bathroom.  We all looked at each other and thought "what the heck?" Eileen and I decided to get some of those plug in air fresheners. Cindy dropped off her stuff, etc. We left.

Eileen and went back over a few hours later to take over the pots and pans, a few other bits and some things I had bought like flour, sugar, etc. and two plug in air fresheners. I went to wash the pots and pans (as they had been stored in my garage over winter) and there was an odd blue dish cloth hanging over the tap (That wasn't there earlier), and what looked like a (there is no other word for it) poopy finger smudge on the corner of the sink.  We checked with her dad. He had not been there. My sister had given Eileen back her key to have it redone. We (Eileen and I) had not been there since that morning when it smelled funky in there. 

SOMEBODY had been in the apartment and it wasn't anyone who should have been.  Talk about spooked. They might still have been in there when we were there earlier, but we had not gone into the back rooms to look. Obviously the lock has not been changed since the last tenant left. We are going to ask today that the lock is changed and if the landlord won't do it, I will pay a locksmith to come over and do it. Eileen is now afraid to live there unless there is a new lock on the door and I do not blame her.

Still, we are grateful that Eileen has an apartment. That is a great blessing.


 

Sunday church. The keeping of the Sabbath Day holy by worshipping my Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ.  I wasn't able to attend in person this week, but I watched it online. That meant I didn't get to partake of the Sacrament, but I still got to feel of the special spirit that was in attendance and to set aside time just for the Lord. Even God rested on the seventh day.


 

I picked up some cotton balls on Friday and we soaked some in peppermint oil and stuffed them into the air exchanger intakes on the ceiling in every room on Friday night. I had to use my grab-it tool to do it but we got it done. We have not seen a wasp since (knock on wood.) Fingers crossed this will have dealt with the problem.  It is very scary sharing your house with wasps.


 

Sunday dinner at Cindy's.  I love these family dinners. Cindy always cooks a lovely meal. Yesterday it was chicken and broccoli casserole which we enjoyed with rice.  The food is not the best part. The best part is getting to spend this time with family. Eileen really enjoys these dinners as well and we have both reassured her that they will continue even after she moves into her own place. I will pick her up to bring her over and bring her home afterwards.

And there will still be Wednesday nights to look forward to and family dinner's out.





I am grateful for the diversity and beauty of mankind.  All shapes, sizes, colors, ethnicities, orientations, faiths, etc. Are we not so lucky to all be so different and yet so beautiful at the same time. I think God for the ability I have to see the differences, and yet appreciate them, embrace them, and love them. 

Life would be so boring if we were all the same don't you think?



 


I am grateful for my wee little home. Every night I thank God for it. There are so many people that are homeless now, even in my small area. That never used to be back in the day. I never heard of anyone being homeless when I was younger, not here anyways. This is a modern complaint. There, but for the grace of God go I. I am so grateful for my ability to work to put a roof over my head. That is another great blessing in my life. I never thought that I would find myself in this position at my stage in life, but it is what it is. Here I am, able to provide for myself, despite the challenges that life has thrown at me.  I have enough, and I have enough to share with those who need it.  God is good and has been very good to me. I am blessed.





The notes, cards, etc. and prayers that have been and are being offered up on Eileen's behalf. We are both very grateful for them. It cheers Eileen's heart to know that you are holding her in your hearts and it cheers my heart to know that she is being uplifted by your many kindnesses and prayers. We thank you all so very much. 


 

I know that I say the same things each week. Faith, family, home  . . .  friends. My cup is truly filled and overflowing.  The windows of heaven pour out on us in abundance, and we are grateful. Life is challenging for everyone. I do not think anyone gets through it without having to face challenges of one kind or another. I am so very grateful that I have the tools to help me get through them, and to strengthen me while I am doing so. 

Life is good.

A thought to carry with you  . . . 

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*The experience 
of overcoming fear is
extraordinarily delightful.
~Bertrand Russell

crispy fried potato salad


In The English Kitchen today  . . .  Crispy Fried Potato Salad. Deliciously different and a fabulous way to use up leftover boiled new potatoes!

I hope you have a wonderful day and that your week ahead is filled to overflowing with the abundance and goodness of the things in life which matter most.  Along the way of your week, do not forget!

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Saturday, 6 June 2026

Saturday Nice . . .

 

 

Sunlight is such a lovely word
And means to much to beast and bird
And creeping things upon the earth,
It is old wood upon a hearth,
A sun porch where red roses twine
As lovely as a valentine.

An orchard where old twisted boughs
Bask in the sun . . . and open mows
Are filled with fragrance to the brim,
And purple shadows cool and dim
Where swallows hurry in and out,
And new-born kittens prowl about.

Sunlight is oil in shaly beds,
Deep in the earth . . . the watersheds
Holding their moisture in the store
Of Nature's spongy reservoir
Where moss and tangled vines are thick
Along a hidden swampy creek.

Sunlight is color . . . reds and blues
An arching rainbow's seven hues,
The sky above a maple tree
The emerald darkness of the sea . . . 
A patch of sunlight window sill,
As golden as a daffodil.
~Edna Jacques, Sunlight
Fireside poems, 1950

Whose mood is not lifted when the sun shines after a period of dark and grey? I love sunny days.  You see lots of people out and about their business with an extra spring in their steps, the birds sing a tad bit sweeter, and all just seems right with the world. I do not know if this is supported by science or not, but its just my observation and how I feel. I love a sunny day, especially after the cold dark and grey days of Winter. Sunshiny days just feel great!





Speaking of sunny days, I could not let another day go past without thanking all of you for all of the sweet cards, notes, books, etc. that you have sent to Eileen. They have made what is a very difficult and scary time for her a bit less scary and have brought some light into her life at a time when she needs it most of all. The smile on her face when she opens one would light up the world. She has been greatly encouraged by each one of them and thanks you all so very much. I thank you from the bottom of my heart. You are all so loving and so kind. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

This has been a hard season to traverse and it is not over yet. I fear we are only beginning, but I remain hopeful that all will be well in the long run.  She has her ultrasound on the 17th of June, and things will progress from there. Each night I pray that it won't be that bad and that everything will be contained and easily removed. I live in hope. I also pray that I will be strong enough to be able to give her the support she needs throughout all of this.

I so have enjoyed spending this time with my sweet, brave girl. It will be a few weeks yet before things are ready in the apartment for her to move into it, so I will treasure those, and then of course she will be hopefully staying here with me afterwards. 

She has been greatly uplifted and inspired by your many kindnesses and I thank you for that and for the prayers. Those are so very appreciated by us both. 💕


 

I picked up some cotton balls at the Walmart yesterday and then last evening I soaked several in peppermint oil and then shoved them into the air exchanger ducts using my grabbit tool. (I don't know where I would be without that thing, it comes in so handy.) My home smells lovely, like peppermint, and there were no wasps last night to spark fear and anxiety. I slept like a baby. (I was exhausted.) I will renew them periodically. I have my fingers crossed that I have solved the problem.

I do not like to harm any creature, but I cannot have wasps sharing my home. They are not very nice roommates. I was reading up about them in my quest to get rid  and was really freaked out by the fact that they can recognize faces and will attack people that they deem to be a danger to them. 

Face recognition . . . wasps . . . inside my home . . .  that sounds like a scary and lethal combination to me, and not one I embrace. We will see how it goes.


 

The cleaners are coming to Eileen's apartment today to give it a thorough cleaning. Here's hoping they can get rid of the musty smell. At least I will know that I did all that I could to make it healthy for her to move into. I strongly suspect that the culprit is that old wooden floor. I wish that I could afford to cover it all over with laminate or carpeting, but I cannot. Hopefully the cleaners will make a difference. We will get some plug-ins as well, which may help. 

Apparently the step mom has been harassing Tim about getting in to get Eileen's things. According to Eileen she really upset him, so the CSS workers are going to be addressing her about it.  I got a note from them yesterday to say that they would be going to the apartment with both Eileen and Tim next Friday and sorting things out. I have never spoken a word to Tim, not about anything. I may have had my own thoughts about everything, but I have left it all for Eileen to sort with him and with the help of her workers. My attitude has just been to give her whatever help she needs to get her life sorted. I don't think harassing a developmentally challenged person serves any purpose. I am not sure he even understands what he has done really, and there is a part of me that doesn't blame him.  There is another part of me that is pleased that she won't have to take care of him any more, and knows that she is a lot happier separate from him. I know it has been a very hurtful situation.  But I reckon the hurt probably exists on both sides, albeit for different reasons. 


 


And  . . .  I am not entirely unbiased when it comes to the stepmom. I keep trying to allow her Grace. But I am only human and sometimes I could spit nails when another thing comes out regarding her treatment of Eileen in the past. Each day I pray for the strength to forgive the almost unforgiveable, and I remember that there . . .  but for the Grace of God go I. I have no recourse but to just hand it over to Him. He will forgive whomever He will forgive, but as for me, I must forgive everyone. And so I try. Sometimes I don't do so good at that, sometimes I do, and sometimes I do better.  But I try. That's all that I can do.

That's all any of us can do.


 

I really love this. I need to do better and getting rid of the things I don't need or use and to get better at not bringing in new stuff. At organizing. Everything. Perhaps if I did I might have more time to play. I really miss playing with color and paper,  and needles and thread. I am pretty good at yarn and hooks . . . but it is the other creative endeavors I miss. I used to really get a lot of joy out of creating little works of art, even if they were not always any good. They brought me happiness and joy. Just the act of creating them brought me so much peace  . . . they were a real stress reliever. I miss making dolls also. Perhaps one day I will be able to get back to these things.


 

I read this morning that people were dismayed to see the wrinkled face of Carolyn Kennedy Schlossberg at some awards thing. 

She was born in 1957, and is a woman who has spent a great deal of her time out of doors. I think, wrinkles or not, she is beautiful, and I applaud her for not bowing to the modern affinity of going under the knife or submitting to the needle to give her an artificial plastic appearance. We need more brave women in the world like that who are not afraid to show that they have lived their lives, that they are proud of who they are. Women who are not afraid to carry a few pounds on their bones, or wrinkles on their faces.

Here, here Carolyn Kennedy!  You go girl!


 

The powers to be have chosen to close quite a few of the public libraries here in Nova Scotia. The library in our town is one that is to be closed. I think the closest one to us will be in Berwick. Eileen had taken a few books out of the one in Berwick about a month ago when she was there with one of her workers. I tried to return them to the one here in town (she had been told she could do that) yesterday but they have everything all sealed off with a sign that says there are no book returns to be accepted from here on. Which leaves us with several books and a few magazines that need returning. I had thought that we could just post them back to Berwick, but the cost of doing so is astronomical.  I suggested to Eileen that on one of her visits they take her to Berwick to return them, but she says that they don't have time for that sort of thing. Hmmm . . .  perhaps then they shouldn't have taken them out? Well, to be fair at the time she was told that she could return them here in Middleton. There was no talk of libraries closing even just a few weeks ago. This has come suddenly and out of the blue.

I think it is rather sad that they are closing libraries. The local library was such a firm fixture throughout all of my growing up as well as adult years. Visits were made weekly and sometimes daily. I spent many hours perusing books and reading books. To this day I love the smell of books and paper. To me the library was a local cornucopia of knowledge and joy, a part of the communal landscape. It is just sad to see these places disappearing. It breaks my heart a tiny bit.

How much more of my childhood is going to be erased? I dare not hazard a guess . . . 



Well, here I am and it is almost 9 a.m. Mind you I did get up a tiny bit later this morning, and I have taken lots of detours through this post  . . .  to photograph cards, to see to the cats . . .  to open the door and let some fresh air in along with the silly music of the guinea fowl as they pass, amongst a host of other things. 

I really must be on about my day before it, too, is spent, and not much more than memory.

A thought to carry with you  . . . 


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*"Why not?" is a slogan
for an interesting life.
~Mason Cooley

 

Blueberry, Lime & Coconut Friands


In The English Kitchen today  . . . Blueberry, Lime & Coconut Friands.  Small bites of buttery deliciousness. One bite of their delicate crumb and subtle macaroon‑like chew, and you’ll understand why they’re impossible to resist.  


I hope that you have a beautiful weekend. Not much planned here. Just a bit of this and that. Eileen has gotten us Roast Beef dinners supplied by a fund raiser from the local church of the Nazarene. Not sure how I feel about that. Happy to support a fund, but a bit iffy about eating food prepared by strangers. We will see how that goes!  Church tomorrow and family time.  Whatever you get up to, stay safe, be happy, and don't forget! 


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And I do too!