Saturday Nice . . .

 

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The winds that blow o'er little fields

Have healing in their wake,

Because they blow by growing trees

Between the leaves and take

Part of their fragrance for their pay

To spill along the right-o-way.

The wins that blow where waters lie

Have peace in every whiff,

Lifting the scent of salt and kelp

Above a high white cliff,

Where an old sailor mends his sails,

Or rides the seas long salty trails.

The winds that blow up city streets

Bring to the dusty mart,

The scent and sound of crystal springs

Where mighty rivers start,

Of little crevices and coves

As fragrant as the smell of cloves.

The winds that blow from Hudson Bay

Carry the taint and taste

Of tundra moss and glacier ice

The Arctic's dreary waste,

Of lonely frontiers rimmed with snow

The northern lights fantastic glow.

And men -- caught in the city's press

Bow down their heads with loneliness.

~Edna Jacques, The Winds that Blow

Hills of Home, 1952

I have always loved the wind. It fascinates me. As it brushes past me I often think of all the other places, peoples and things this same wind has brushed past. Nobody knows where it came from or where it is going . . . it just comes and it just goes. Oh sure we can tell the direction of it  . . .  North, South, etc. but where does it start. Where is it's beginning . . .  and where will it end. It carries with it the smell and feel of all the places.  I love to sit at the shore on a hot day and feel the wind brushing past me, cooling me down and smelling of salt and sea . . . and think of the waves it's tossed and watching the gulls that ride and soar  with it as it flows as if they are on some sort of carnival ride.

And then there is the feeling of safe and comfort one gets when they are indoors looking out at the wind as it bends the bushes low to brush the earth and makes the trees dance and sway, while rain beats upon the window panes, and a groan whispers through the eaves . . .  a shiver runs down your spine at the thought of being out in it, and you are most happy to be indoors.

I love to watch it carry the snow and blast it across the road, creating swirls and peaks . . . and caves and coves . . .  again, it makes me glad to not be out in it.

It can be as peaceful as a soft breeze which brushes your cheeks, almost as if the fingertips of God were playing upon your skin . . . and it can take our breath away as we fight against it's strength in a storm. I have seen people bent low trying to circumnavigate it's flow.

And yet  . . .  the wind itself is unseen. We only see and feel it's touch. It is a most mysterious thing is the wind. A most mysterious thing . . . 

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One of our friends when it comes to the wind is having a good cardigan to put on to keep us warm. I love a good cardigan. When I was much younger (and thinner) I loved having a cardigan set (twin set) with a short sleeved pullover and a cardigan that matched. I remember having several sets that I loved. They had little pearl beads on the front of the pullovers. I had a maroon colored set and a khaki green set. I loved to wear them with jeans. I felt so elegant when I did so.

I have always loved pretty things and wearing pretty things  . . . I can remember one time my sister bought me a beautiful red and white woven skirt, almost like gingham. It was so pretty. I had a little white eyelet blouse that I liked to wear it with. 

I can remember all of my favorite dresses from when I was a child. We used to wear dresses all the time back then. I had a pale blue one which had a full skirt decorated with white crochet lace. There was a pattern of elephants in the lace and it had ties that crossed in the back and tied into a bow. That was a gift from our next door neighbors' grandmother. Their name was Ducommun and I called her Grammy Ducommun. For some reason she had taken a liking to me and had sent me this pretty little dress. She also sent me a Christmas card one time that was a record. I am still friends with the son of the family. He is my friend on Facebook.  He is a photographer now.

I used to sew all of my dresses when I was in high school. I loved the Style patterns. I had some really pretty ones.

Now I dress for comfort and ease.

 

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The hummers are slowing down now. I have noticed fewer of them at the feeders these past few days. A small female, that's about all. The aerial battles haven't been happening.  The last few weeks I had been refilling the feeder twice a week, but this past few days it has hardly gone down at all. I checked online and it says that the migration begins around the end of August, beginning of September. I always miss them when they leave.  They bring me and the cats hours of fun when they are at the height of their activity. 

Bailey with his favorite toy

Cindy and took Bailey next door to spend time with Sheila yesterday morning. We also visited with her at the same time. She was so pleased to see him. She is doing so well, and of course enjoyed the company.  Cindy told her that on the days that she brings dad into town to go to Tim Hortons, she will also bring Bailey and leave him with Sheila for the hour that Dad is at the coffee shop.  She was quite happy about that. Bailey was happy to see her of course. Dogs never forget.

 

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We spend so much time bracing ourselves for the big things - - the promotions, the grand celebrations, the departures - - that we treat the time in between as a pathway we're walking to get to the next step. But lately, I've realized that most of life happens in those in-betweens, and they're worth acknowledging and celebrating.

As easy as they are to overlook, the in-betweens are always there and no less beautiful than the grand moments.  Five minutes here and five minutes there  . . .  that song on the radio in the car that you pause to listen to through to the end, even if you've already reached your destination  . . .  you may even find yourself singing along. The quiet and comfort of cleaning up after having had a crowd over for dinner . . . the remains of a well-spent evening with loved ones and friends. The moment, after pushing open a window, that the breeze begins to play with the curtains, making them dance and sway to an quiet tune that only they can hear. That moment between day or night  . . .  when dusk falls and the world feels quieter . . .  a hush falls as the earth is bathed in the golden glow of neither here nor there. That coolness of the sheets that whisper over your toes when you first slip between the sheets at bedtime  . . . 

A beautiful life is not about adding more to it; it's about noticing what's already ours and already there and feeling grateful for it. Slowing down . . . and letting these things unfold in the beautiful way that they do. Life is not lived in the big events . . .  it's lived in the moments between them, the magic in the gaps.  You're already in the middle of it, and it's beautiful.

 

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*。*˚HOW TO BUILD  BEAUTIFUL LIFE*。*˚

• Open the windows to let fresh air in, even if only for a few seconds
• Keep a candle on the table and light it, just because
• Take your morning drink to a special place where you can sit quietly, sip and enjoy in peace
• Have a comfy chair or corner that you return to often
• Keep a book you are reading nearby, just in case you have time to read a few pages
• Listen to audio books while you putter, or better yet, music you really enjoy listening to
• Step outside on a sunny day and let the sun play on your face for just a few moments, just because
• Fold blankets and fluff pillows
• Buy a bouquet of pretty flowers for yourself, again . . . just because
• Have pockets in your day where you have absolutely nothing planned and then do nothing
• Cook something simple and enjoy the process
• If you live on your own, cook yourself a beautiful meal and then sit down to enjoy it with a full set table and some lovely music playing, savor every mouthful, and then have dessert
• Keep something old, simply because you love it
• Write things down, even if nobody else will ever read them
• Notice when something feels good and then stay with it a bit longer than you normally would
• Watch a favorite movie again, even if you have watched it a bazillion times already
• Brush your hair with a hundred strokes

A beautiful life may look different for each of us, and if often changes with the times and seasons of our lives . . . build it anyways.

And that's about all I have to share for today.  I will be picking up Eileen later today for our sleepover. She is so excited to come and I am very excited to have her. I am not sure what movie we will watch, but we will enjoy it whatever it is, simply because we are sharing it together.

A thought to carry with you  . . . 

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˛*An ordinary life can be extraordinary,

There is beauty in imperfection,

And that magic can be found in 

the every day.

In The English Kitchen today, Easy No Knead Light Rye Bread. This is one of those batter type of breads. Simple to make and oh so tasty!

 I hope your day is as beautiful as you are.  May you be richly blessed and cared for. Don't forget!

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Dear Neighbor . . .

 

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AUGUST 28th, 2026

Estate Lane

Nova Scotia

17*C/64*F

Partly Sunny

Dear Neighbor,

Hello on this warm and sunny, well partly sunny, Friday morning. The last Friday in August of 2026. I cannot believe how quickly this year seems to be flying by and I know I am not alone in thinking or saying that. 

Already though, there is a change in the air. I can see the leaves beginning to turn. The hummingbirds have started their end of season storing up. I am refilling my feeder about twice a week now. Summer appears to be on the wane and yet  . . .  I am getting the first real number of ants in the house that I have had all season. Weird that  . . . 

In the words of the Immortal bard, "Summer's lease hath all too short a date."  Summer is a fleeting romance, and though she only graces us with her presence for a few short months of the year, we tend to make the most out of her for as long as we can.

As summer slips by, and autumn slowly begins to take her place, I hang onto the joys she has left me with for as long as I can, burying them deep somewhere in my mind for when I need to be reminded, in the depths of winter that summer is still on the way.  Just like summer, life can be fleeting. The truest form of magic is being romanced by life. Holding on to the sweet memories we are given, sweet moments, moments that make us happy, the moments we are serenaded with joy. And my summer has been full of them. 

 

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As we were leaving the restaurant on Wednesday evening, having built another sweet summer memory with our niece, I noticed my cousin Hal and his family sitting at a table. We had to stop and say hello.  Hal is the cousin who was so ill in hospital not that long ago. He is home now and still has a long row to hoe but it was so nice to see him there and out an about. Although, I did note that he was not eating anything and he looked very frail, thin and dare I say it, old and tired. This is my cousin who I can remember doing handsprings across the room as a young boy and teen, the glint of his blue eyes sparkling with enthusiasm and all the joys of life. He is a good man is Hal. I hope he continues to regain his health and is soon back . . . if not doing handsprings . . . to feeling much, much better than he has been in a long time.

One of my happiest memories is of going to his wedding and the reception afterwards. What a good time that was. Mom was still in her dancing years, our Aunt Freda (Hal's mother) was still alive, with the same sparkling blue eyes, my sister was there on a rare visit her to Nova Scotia. We laughed a lot that day  . . . simply one of those sweet moments captured in my mind's eye that still brings me joy when I bring it out to reflect on it. 

 

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My next door neighbor Sheila is home now. She got home yesterday. I have not been over to see her yet. She had lots of people going in and out yesterday. She has been through a lot.  To be home, after what she experienced with the broken hip, arm, wrist, etc. at her age is quite an accomplishment and a great testimony to her will to keep going. 

I will try to make a moment today to go over and see her and welcome her home. I am sure she will have a ways to go yet, but she is amazing. I think.  I am sure Cindy will be bringing Bailey over to see her as well, although it will probably be quite a while before Sheila can really resume the care of him. I am sure she will enjoy visits however and so will he.

I can only imagine how sweet the reunion will be. Life is filled with little wonders and jewels.

 

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Eileen has an appointment today to be fitted for her hearing aids. She is a bit excited/nervous about that. She has always had problems with her ears. From the get-go she has been plagued with ear infections, etc. One right after another. I cannot tell you the number of times she has had to have tubes in her ears. I am sure it will be a bit of a learning curve for her and a bit of a wonder once she can fully hear again. I hope she can cope.  She was feeling a bit anxious about it last night when I spoke with her.  But she also has something to look forward to today.  The whole group is going to a place called Frank and Dora's for lunch, so that will be nice for her. She really enjoys our dinners out on Wednesday nights. I will be picking her up early afternoon tomorrow for our "sleepover" weekend. She also enjoys those. And I enjoy having her. It seems pretty quiet here without her around.

I am wondering how long it will be before we get the results of her biopsy, etc. It's been two weeks on Monday since she had the procedure. The cogs of the health care system move slowly here in Nova Scotia, but at least they move.

 

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I will be going with Cindy this afternoon to take Dad and his friend Maryann to the mall. They did not go last week as our brother was here. I expect Maryann will be very happy to see him, and he her as well. It is a bit of a weird one. She, I am sure, sees him as being her boyfriend.  She always looks so nice when she comes out to the car. She is in great shape for her age. I believe she is 92.  She still walks very well and except for the fact she is deaf, totally with it. She is always so excited to see him.  My dad, on the other hand, is always quick to say she is just a friend. He likes to keep his options open. That has never changed, despite his age or his inability to get around safely. He has always had an eye for the ladies.

But he does enjoy this trip out. It is getting more difficult however. His mobility is really declining. Two weeks ago when we took them I found myself wondering how much longer he would be able to manage the outing. It is quite tiring for him, as much as he does love to get out. He is really slowing down. 

When my brother was here, he and my sister went to the funeral home to arrange a few things. I hate thinking of things like that, even though I know they are inevitable. They got his obituary written and my sister in law wrote a bit of a life's history formulated by asking him questions etc. Some surprising things came out that none of us had known. I will have to remember to download it and read it again, and then upload it to the memories on my Family Search app.

 

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Cindy and I always go shopping while Dad and Maryann visit together. We did go to the Superstore yesterday and I got a bit in for the weekend, so I really won't have much to get today. Mostly I need cat food and hand soap/wash. A few other little bits. Not a lot really. 

I picked up a small turkey breast portion for Sunday lunch yesterday. Cindy is only having lunch for the family every second week now with the odd weeks being golf day.  So I picked up a small turkey breast portion for Eileen and I to cook together. I will make all of the fixings to go with it. I am sure she will enjoy that. I know I will.

 

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"Never go too long without celebrating this life. Never get so caught up on the day-to-day busyness, the worries and troubles, the comparisons and doubts that you forget just how wonderful it is to be here. Never get so caught up that you forget to notice all of the blessings worth celebrating right around you. Celebrate those who care about you so deeply, the ones who always lift you up and help you. Celebrate all of the little victories in your day-to-day to-do lists and the things you love to do each day. Celebrate all of the things that make the little moments of life so wonderful and vibrant, too -- your favorite shows and books, clothes and foods. Celebrate all of the growth you have done and continue to do all of the ways you are becoming and reaching and stretching; My sweet friend, this life holds so much worth celebrating." ~Nikki Warne

That is how I try to live my life, although I have many days that I manage to fall far short of my goals to do so. I try though and that is what matters. I do celebrate the ones I love and like to think that I honor them each day. I try also to get the most joy that I can out of the small and simple things which embroider my life. I guess that is all any of us can do . . .  acknowledge the things which embroider the tapestries that we are weaving with our days and find the joy in them that is only ours to find. We can do no more than that.

And with that I will leave you with a thought to carry with you . . . 

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• ˚ ˚ ˛ ˚ ˛ • •。★★ 。* 。
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*Lead by listening -

To be a good leader you

have to be a great listener.

~Richard Branson

 

 

In The English Kitchen today  . . .  Three Fruit Crumble. A dessert which brings together the very best flavors of late summer and early autumn. Delicious and simple.

 I hope you have a beautiful Friday. Be blessed whatever you get up to. Don't forget!

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My Favorite Things . . .

 

 

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens . . . these are some of the things in life that I enjoy, and which make me happy, inspire me, or put a smile on my face. Maybe some of them are yours too.  Let's share!

How can it be possible that this is my last one for August!

I shall need to lasso the year and tie it down.

It's passing far too quickly!

 

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Fresh pears  . . . they are one of my absolute favorites!

 

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The beautiful aroma of ripe apples . . . 

 

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A tidy well put-together bedroom . . . 

 

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This. There is nothing that I don't like about it.

 

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A crusty loaf  . . . 

 

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Bare feet and daisies  . . . 

 

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I love that pillow  . . . 

 

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And the stripey sheet  . . . 

 

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Pretty enamelware  . . . . 

 

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A gallery wall  . . . 

 

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Flower fairies and old garden journals  . . . 

 

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Waffle cookies  . . . 

 

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That sink, the fixtures, the soap dish, the flowery curtains and that windowsill bouquet . . . 

 

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Ranunculus  . . .  

 

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Mmmm . . . marinated olives  . . . 

 

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Lacy whites  . . . . 

 

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Candles  . . . .  and pretty candle holders  . . . 

 

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A cottage by the sea . . . 

 

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A pretty cup  . . . . 

 

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Each of you. You are amazing. I am so sorry I haven't been able to respond to your latest comments. I will try to get to them today.  I do appreciate you and read them all. I can't respond when I am on my iPad or my iPhone for some reason, only when I am on my PC and after spending hours on the PC doing my work (lately it seems) I need to sit somewhere else or get up and walk. I will get to them though. I hope you forgive me. I do read each and every one and appreciate them as well, and YOU. The fact that you visit at all has always felt like a gift to me, so thank you.

And those are my favorite things for this week  . . . 

A thought to carry with you  . . . 

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• ˚ ˚ ˛ ˚ ˛ • •。★★ 。* 。
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˚ ˛ •˛• ˚ ｜ 田田 ｜門 ★

*Tact is the art 

of making a point

without making an enemy.

~Isaac Newton

In The English Kitchen today  . . .  Easy Amaretti Stuffed Peaches. Oh my but these are some good!  Very simple to make as well. Beautiful flavors.

I hope that you have a lovely Thursday. It is quite a bit cooler here this morning. I have already killed one ant crawling across my computer screen. Grrr  . . . I hate ants.  We had a lovely visit with our niece yesterday. She went out to dinner with us also, which was nice. Time spent with family is the best!  Be happy, be blessed, don't forget!

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Wednesday Witterings . . .

 

 

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Like many of you, I was saddened to learn of Dolly Parton's passing yesterday. Another icon gone.  This was one of the best people. Not only talent-wise but in every other way by all accounts. Never a touch of scandal attached to her name, not that I have ever heard or read. Only good.

I first fell in love with Dolly's music and her voice on a school bus travelling back and forth to Vocational School in the early 1970's, about 1974.  Our bus driver liked country music and it was a long drive there and back. If you did not like country music at the start of the year, you were converted by the end of the year. The song "Jolene" was very popular during that time and I came to love Dolly's voice and her music.  A very talented musician, song-writer, singer, and actress and a beautiful human being from the inside out.

Rest in Peace Dolly. Thank you for all the joy you brought to so many in your lifetime. God speed.

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"I am so determined to fall more in love with life. Intentionally romanticizing the walks I am on, the birds chirping, the blooming nature around me, the water in my cup of tea turning from a light peach tone to a dark pink, the poetry I write, the things I am learning, my handwriting dozing off while sitting in front of my window, all of it and more. I have to take a closer look at the little things that make my heart beat faster."
~Teesa Texte

Why do we have to wait until we are old to become wise. Somehow it doesn't seem quite fair. I could have used some of the wisdom I have now way back then. To live my life more intentionally. Life was so busy. I was so busy. It seems that my days whisked by in a flurry of taking care of children, home, etc. and I loved all of it, but I wish that I had taken more time to notice. To breathe in the here and the now.  I can remember being told that it would pass all too quickly and my then full hands would be empty all too soon. I am not making that same mistake in my later years. I am taking time to notice all the tiny blessings woven into my days, that still seem to pass by far too quickly. I have learned to be more intentional about how I live my life, to not take things for granted, to find joy in all of the small things.  Perhaps "that" is why these later years in life have come to be called the "golden" years  . . . 

We have had a lot of rain these past days and the ants which I had mistakenly thought were not going to bother me this year have found their way indoors. I sat in my easy chair yesterday while the cleaners were here, watching them pour in and out from the little ledge which separates the ceramic tiles of my entryway from the panel flooring of the rest of the wee house that I live in.  I have put down some liquid bait traps. But they seem to be venturing further indoors this morning, much to my annoyance. I think I will need to spend some time this morning putting out more baits in more strategic places. Silly me to think I might have gotten away one summer without having been plagued by them.

I wish that they had stayed outside dancing in the rain. Sigh  . . . 

 

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"Watch the sunrise at least once a year, put a lot of marshmallows in your hot chocolate, lie on your back and look at the stars, never buy a coffee table you can't put your feet on, never pass up a chance to jump on a trampoline, don't overlook life's small joys while searching for the big ones."

~H. Jackson Brown Jr.

Don't miss the small joys  . . . 

It’s so easy to spend our days chasing the big, shiny moments . . .  the milestones, the breakthroughs, the things we think will finally make life feel complete. But lately I’ve been reminded that the real magic is almost always tucked into the quiet corners of my days. A soft morning light. A cup of herbal tea savoured instead of rushed. Extra marshmallows on my hot chocolate.  A kind word. A moment of stillness where the world feels gentle again. These tiny joys don’t ask for attention, yet they’re the very things that steady us, soften us, and make life feel full. When we stop overlooking them, we realize the small things were never small at all — they were the big things in disguise. 

 

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I am in love with . . .

• Hair festooned with pretty ribbons
• Dresses with flowers and lace
• Poetry written on scraps of paper and in notebooks, and memorized
• Letters in the post and cursive script
• Pretty pastels and denims
• The smell of pink grapefruit, sunshine and smiles
• Laughter with family and friends
• The glow of moon in the dark night sky
• Stargazing
• Watching the hummers at the feeder flit and fly, an aerial battle of dominance
• Dried flowers between the pages of a much beloved novel
• The classics and art
• Classical music and soft curtains dancing away from the window on a breeze
• Pink and orange skies fading into purple
• The feel of paper between my fingers
• The smell of fresh coffee . . .  even if I don't drink it

I call her my furry little "Purrito," a play on the word burrito.  I would just love to gobble her up. The way she lays so relaxed and calm . . .  not a care in the world. So at peace. After the cleaners have left she loves to go and roll all over the clean floors. I don't know why. Sometimes they are not even quite dry, but she rolls on them anyways  . . . I suppose she is putting her scent back. I could just snuffle up her belly when I see her laying like this  . . . 

 

You always know when feeding time is near. My fluffy Lion King. He positions himself within eye shot and he stares, and he stares and he stares  . . .  if I don't move, he will move closer and closer, one small space at a time . . .  until he is right in front of me staring up at me. There really is no need for me to even have a clock to tell the time really. I know from those golden eyes that it is either midday or early evening.

He even tells me when it is time for me to go to bed. He will suddenly appear, moving away from his napping spot under my bed and into the living room . . .  in anticipation of the little treats that I always gift them with before I retire.

Oh how I love them both.

And finally  . . . 

 

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Make your life about joy,

Celebrate your big and little

wins. Celebrate your progress.

Grow every day. Let the warmth

of the morning sun kiss you

before you dive into the day

ahead. Find little things to 

smile about. Give hugs often,

compliment others whenever

you can. Get inspired. Read

books that light you up. Nourish

yourself. Go outside and spend

time in nature. Take chances.

Make the art. Watch the sunrise

and the sunset. Climb the

mountain. Life is just too short

and fragile not to live a life

of inviting joy.

~Nikki Warne

Fall in love with your life. Wake up early, buy your favorite coffee, go for walks, eat good food, wear what makes you feel confident, listen to your favorite music. Purposefully create these small moments that make you fall in love with your life.

A thought to carry with you  . . . 

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*Some things

are worth the splurge.

Kiernan Shipka 

In The English Kitchen today  . . .  Herbed Souffle Omelet. Simple and delicious. You can make a real meal with this one. Breakfast, brunch or supper. 

I hope you have a beautiful Wednesday. Our niece (my brother's second oldest daughter) is driving down from where she is visiting a friend in Halifax to spend some time with us today. It will be nice to see her.  We are blessed that we have a niece who wants to spend time with us and who is willing to go out of her way to do so.  Happy day all! Don't forget! 

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And I do too!