Tuesday, 12 August 2025

Just a Quick one . . .


 

I don't have time for a really lengthy post this morning as I have to leave for an appointment at 9:30 and need to get ready to go before then.  I just thought I would share a few things. 

I've been making some nice collages to share on my EK Facebook page. I did this one today and . . . 



I did this one yesterday.  I have always loved making collages. Its a type of being creative that anyone can do.  You don't need any special talents. Just some nice pictures, some lovely quotes and a program like Pic Monkey, which is what I use.

It was quite warm yesterday. I ventured out to check the mail, but that's all I did.  The rest of the time I spent in the house with my heat pump on, which sounds like a contradiction, but what a heat pump does is warm your home in the Winter and cool it in the Summer. Yesterday I was using the cooling function. I can't remember how warm it got now, but it did get quite hot.


 

Thankfully not overly humid though, which is good. Its the humidity which gets to me. I can take a bit of heat, but humidity is not my friend.

I cooked a bit, wrote a bit, worked on my sketch a bit. I did a lot of erasing, so it looks pretty much the same as it did.  I haven't added anything to it really. Just sketched and erased. Sketched and erased. 

I played a bit with the cats. I dug out some of their toys that they had not seen in a while, hoping they might renew some interest in them, but  . . .  they seem to be past the age of playing.

We chased and killed half a dozen flies. Where they come from and how they get in remains a mystery to me.

I cleaned and refilled the hummingbird feeder. With all of this hot weather they are emptying it quickly. I also cleaned and refilled the birdbath. Its not a lot of water, but it is being used and emptied every day. Birds, chipmunks, bees, wasps, etc. They all need water.


 

I had a brief discussion on Facebook with someone who thought our Government banning hiking during this drought was fascism. An American. They were aghast that someone caught hiking during the ban had been fined $25,000. Well, we've all been warned of the consequences if we break the ban. These bans and fines have not come from a place of Government control, but from a place whereby our Provincial Government just wants to keep everyone safe.  For the greater good. It is not a normal thing, this ban . . . and once the drought ends, hiking places will open back up again. 

We live in a culture where everyone is looking for Monsters and someone to blame. Its sad really.

I, for one, am grateful for a Government that cares. You don't have to agree with me, but you have to respect my right to disagree with you, as I respect your rights also. It's called getting along.

And with that I will leave you with a thought for the day! I'll be back tomorrow with a normal post.



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Chicken Scampi with Garlic Parmesan Rice


In The English Kitchen today, Chicken Scampi with Garlic Parmesan Rice. This was fabulously delicious and such a simple make!


I hope you have a wonderful Tuesday. Stay safe and be happy. Don't forget!


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Monday, 11 August 2025

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. 





A forgiving heart.  I am grateful that I have a forgiving heart.   I will forgive most people of most things.  I am not one to hold a grudge.  I may never forget, but I will always forgive.  I think life is a lot easier if you are able to forgive others.   Bearing ill will mostly only hurt you anyways.  More often than not, the other person could care less . . .  or is completely unaware of any ill feelings you may hold against them.  Besides, if we expect to be forgiven, we must be able to forgive.





Little things that mean a lot.   The older I get, the more I realize that it is the small things in life which matter the most.  I am grateful for a heart that finds joy in the simple things which embroider my days and nights.  Life is not so much about wanting things as it is about wanting what you already have.   I am content.


 

Time spent with family.  I had a very "family" weekend.  On Friday my sister and I took dad and Maryann to the mall and had some shopping time together. We went to Dollarama which I had not been to in a while. While we were in there we ran into Tim, Eileen's husband and then we spent a bit of time with Eileen in the parking lot when we were going back to our car.  It's always nice to run into family.  Then on Saturday Dad took us out for and early supper for my Birthday. My Birthday is on Wednesday and he always goes to the Big Scoop on Wednesdays with Hazel, so we did the dinner on Saturday. We went up to the Crow's Nest for fish and chips. Always good.  Then yesterday I had supper at Cindy's with the family. She made a delicious chicken dish which we enjoyed with new potatoes and carrots.  Pecan pie for dessert. My birthday pie. We were going to have it on Saturday, but everyone was full of the fish and chips! 

My sister and I both did pie for our Birthday desserts this year. It makes for a nice change!

Time spent with family. Priceless!



 

I didn't get to church yesterday morning. I didn't sleep well Saturday night from indigestion (absolutely my fault for eating a heavy fat laden meal late in the day.) Anyways I was able to watch it via zoom. I always enjoy the time spent listening to talks, singing the hymns, etc. Keeping the Sabbath Day Holy in whatever way that I can.  I like to put the Mormon Tabernacle on YouTube, Music and the Spoken Word. I just let it run, all day through. It is a lovely peaceful way to spend a Sunday. Very relaxing.





I had time to do some sketching this weekend. Very rough, this is. Lots of erasing and do-overs. I have not done any sketching in a long time now. It felt good to have a pencil in my hands. I am a long way off from coloring things in.  There is lots of work left to do on this, but it is a start.


 

Still praying for rain. Things are still desperately dry and are likely to be for some time. If we do get rain, it needs to be prolonged and of a steady nature, not torrential. The ground is so dry now it would just run off.  We want rain that will be absorbed. There were several fires not too far from Cindy's on the weekend, but thankfully they were both contained very quickly. Farm machinery has been catching alight throughout the valley as well. Things are just too dry.  

I am grateful for prayer and the hope that it brings. All will be well.


 


The peace that passeth understanding. This is the peace that faith in the Savior and the Gospel brings into my life. Things do not always work out the way we expect them to, hope for, or even plan for, but faith helps to bring about a peace in life that helps me/us to deal with whatever comes my/our way. Even in the hard, hard times. It's what has helped me anyways.  You may or may not believe in the power of prayer, or in a higher power. We all have ways and means of coping with the hard times, the sad times, etc. This is mine. I am grateful for it and for my belief's.



 

Cool nights. Although it has been really hot in the daytime, the nights have been blessedly cool enough to be able to sleep comfortably. I think if you can sleep at night, then you can handle almost anything during the day. The world seems better and brighter after a good night's sleep. Cooler nights help.




These two.  I know you can hardly see him. Just the tip of his ear above the arm of the chair. They are busy watching the bluejays and chipmunk.  These two little furry babies bring immeasurable joy into my life. I love them very much. When they are happy, I am happy.


 

My life. It's a sweet balance of things. Family, faith, friends, pets, home, work and play. I really have nothing to complain about when it comes right down to it. I am blessed.


A thought to carry with you . . . 


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Roasted Chicken Salad with Buttermilk Tarragon Dressing



In The English Kitchen today . . . Roasted Chicken Salad with Buttermilk Tarragon Dressing.  Quite simply delicious.  


I hope that you have a lovely day. Be happy. Be blessed. May it be filled with the simple things in life which bring us the most joy.  Whatever you experience today, don't forget!

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Saturday, 9 August 2025

All Things Nice . . .


 

A row of onions sticking up their heads,
Parsley and dill in their own special beds,
Long rows of carrots . . . cabbages and chard,
Make such a heartsome showing in the yard.
A row of peppergrass and salsify
A clump or rhubarb shaping up for pie.

A hill of beans with crisp transparent stalks,
Borders of thyme and sage along the walks,
A row of chives . . . lettuce in leafy clumps,
A bed of cucumbers in rounded lumps,
Radishes . . . corn . . . a lovely row of peas,
Asparagus set out beneath the trees.

Tomato plants staked up in tidy rows,
So one can get in handy with the hose,
Long rows of Irish cobblers neat and trim,
For all the world like ladies cool and prim,
Who lift their frilly skirts with modest grace,
To show a lovely petticoat of lace.

For he who tills a garden comes to know,
That there is magic in a tiny row
Of sprouting beans and miracles galore,
In one small beet . . . and angels never wore
A fairer garment than a clump of dill
Flowering behind a small potato hill.
~Edna Jacques, Kitchen Garden
Fireside Poems, 1950


Our mother's Uncle Fred had the most beautiful and vast garden. Mom and dad would go to visit him every couple of weeks or so and while the adults visited in the house, we children would play out in the yard. I remember him having one of those big wooden chair swings and we would sit on that and swing back and forth. He also had a pretty big garden shed.  It was built kind of into the side of the hill and you could actually get on the roof from the yard.  If you hung upside down over the edge you could look into one of the windows on the side and look into the shed. I remember him having kind of a risqué calendar hanging on the wall. It would probably be quite tame by today's standards, but we had never seen such a thing.

He had rows upon rows of flowers and beautiful vegetables. He ran a hose up from the river/falls to irrigate it. It was quite the garden. He often gave mom vegetables to bring home for us to eat. 

He has been gone many years now. I remember going to his funeral with my mother when I was pregnant for my oldest son, who turned 50 this last May.  His son and daughter-in-law had the house for quite a number of years afterwards, but nobody kept up the gardens.  They are long since gone and when you drive by you would never know they had existed now. Kind of sad really, but I am sure that anyone of a certain age would remember his beautiful gardens. They were a sight to behold!




Cindy and I visited the Dollarama yesterday afternoon while Dad and Maryann were having their afternoon together.  I picked up these two metal garden picks.  They were the only two left.  It was as if they were waiting just for me. I could not resist them. I thought they were really cute.

They are now ensconced under the bleeding heart. You can see my Toadstool lights there as well.  They go all along the front of the wee garden.  They are solar lights and flash off and on at night, until they run out of steam. Temu, only a couple dollars.





Oh, and I thought I would show you my emails from Temu. I get literally hundreds from them.  This is only a small portion.  The list goes on and on. I don't know what I did to get such an honor, but they are almost continuous.




 


One nice surprise yesterday afternoon was to run into my daughter and her husband outside of the Dollarama. They were there with one of their CSS workers who I also got to meet.  Eileen is going to be coming to stay a week with me in September (possibly) when Tim is away for a week. We are both really looking forward to that. It will be nice to have some girl time. 

On a side note, I thought these tea towels were exceptionally pretty, and I just had to share them with you. I think I have a thing for linens.  Bed linens, kitchen linens, etc.

My favorites being tea towels and pillowcases.





One channel on YouTube that I have been really enjoying lately is Linna in Japan.  I love to walk with her through her days. To see her shopping, and what she is cooking up. It is a very entertaining glimpse int her corner of the world.

She also has a kitchen channel which I just discovered. I have not watched anything on it yet, but I will.  Most of the food that she cooks seems very easy to make and looks delicious.  There have only been a few things where I have thought to myself, no  . . . 





Another channel that I really enjoy is Cherry Menlove.  Yes, that is her real name.  I have been following her in one way or another for a very many years now.  She is one who is constantly re-inventing herself I suppose.  Most variations are the same thing and showcase the same interests. Her love of home, cooking, family, country living. 





Another channel I really like to watch is Tracy's Nordic Light.  I have been a friend of Tracy's for many, many years now. We met in person when I was living at Oak Cottage. She and her husband TJ were over to London visiting and they came down to spend a day with us at the cottage. It was so fun to meet her in person.  If you like reading and books, as well as glimpses of Nordic life, then you will love Tracy's channel.  Sincere. Not looking for applause or attention. Simply sharing things that she loves. Tea and books, and that beautiful light that is Tracy.






When I went out to refill the birdbath with water yesterday afternoon I had to pause and wait while a small wasp/hornet had a drink. I had no idea how many creatures it is bringing comfort to during this hot spell of dryness. I have seen bluejays come to sup as well as the chipmunk. A pair of mourning doves. And probably others that I have not noticed.

Putting water out for the natural world to enjoy. It's a very good thing as Martha would say.

 

 




“Without intending to sound too dramatic … Elder Holland’s SIX WORDS changed my life— ‘Ask for angels to help you.’ That counsel changed my prayers… It changed my understanding of the very real help from heaven…”??? 

How do we pray and ask God for angels to help us? 

“Now, I’m not talking about praying to fantasy angels with wings … I’m talking about praying to our Heavenly Father… for those on the other side to be ‘dispatched’ … “So, could you use a little more help in your life?… Ask for angels… to help you with whatever you need. Or ask for them to be dispatched to help those you love!” 
~ Wendy Watson Nelson

I was feeling somewhat discouraged when I got into bed last night. For months and months now, I have dealt with pain in my right shoulder that leaves me with very limited movement in that arm.  My left knee gives me grief and pain every minute of every day and every night. Searing pain that also limits my movement.  Then late in the day yesterday my left shoulder started with the same thing that I experience in my right shoulder.  Debilitating pain, which has suddenly left me with very limited movement now in my left arm. I cannot recall doing anything to cause it. It just came on suddenly.  I got into bed, and I was crying I admit. Slowly my body seems to be becoming one big ball of inflammation and pain. I just try to live with it as best as I can.  I so wish that I could just walk up and down my street, that I could walk to my bedroom from the living room without wincing every step of the way.  I hate this.

Also, I had been going through the posts on the Media Vine Group chat on FB and the impact that AI is having on everyone is really discouraging. I know that last month I barely made enough to survive. The thought of it getting any worse really scares me. I do not know what I will do if that happens.

I work really, really hard. Every single day, just to stay afloat. Sometimes life feels very unfair.

It all kind of got on top of me and I felt really alone and afraid. And I cried. I hate to admit it. I felt very weak and discouraged. Moments like that I just feel like I want to give up, curl up into a ball and just disappear. That really isn't an option. I miss my mom. She loved me like nobody else ever has or will, and sometimes I would just like to be able to curl up in her lap and feel her arms around me telling me that everything is going to be okay.

Each day I pray for help, for answers, for relief.  I do not know if there is such a thing, but I wonder if maybe taking a course on how to make videos might help? At least with that area of things.  I wish that I had more time to do art and sewing and writing. All avenues of ways I could lose myself for a time and just be creative.

In the meantime, I just keep slogging on. What else can I do.  I pray. I hope.  I keep moving forward. 

And the nice thing is . . .  that I still have the will and the determination to do so. And Angels round about me to help to bear me up when I need them.


 


It is hard to believe that I will be 70 years old on Wednesday.  Where have the years gone.  Life is a funny old thing. Things never go the way you expect them to go. But there is it. We are who we are, and we are where we are.  I do have much to be grateful for, and I do give thanks every minute of the day for all of my blessings. I would not want anyone to think otherwise. Life is what it is, and it is far more beautiful than it is anything else. I know that. I am grateful for that. For every sunrise and every sunset and everything in between.

I best leave you with a thought for the day now.  I need to crack on. I am not sure, but I think I am going out to supper tonight, dad's treat.  An early treat for my birthday.  Another great blessing. Birthday treats.

A thought to carry with you  . . . 

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One Bowl Chocolate  Cake



In The English Kitchen today.  One-Bowl Chocolate Cake for Two. A small-batch chocolate cake that is six inches of deliciousness. 


I hope you have a beautiful weekend. May it be filled with light and with love.  Don't forget!


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Friday, 8 August 2025

Dear Neighbor . . .


 

FRIDAY, August 8th, 2025
Estate Lane, Nova Scotia

13*C/55*F, dull skies at the moment
nearest rain 117 miles away


Dear Neighbor,

I thought you would like to see how dry the lawns are at the moment. There is no rain in the forecast for the foreseeable future either. I know that many places are experiencing the same and also fires as well. Here in Nova Scotia, the Government has set a fire ban until October as well as closing all of the hiking trails. It's a good thing Cindy and Dan went hiking when they did last week as it would have been a no-go this week. I am praying for rain, as are many others. Especially for the farmers.





My little boy was relaxing on top of me as I was stretched out in my lazy boy chair yesterday afternoon reading.  He has recuperated completely now, which is a blessing. I was so worried about him last week at this time. I am still not entirely certain of what was wrong with him, but I am truly grateful that he has gotten over it.

Today has been deemed as International Cat Day. At least that is what my computer told me when I first went on it this morning, so Happy International Cat Day.  We will be celebrating it here today with continuous small treats, i.e. ear scratchings, tummy rubs, back tickles, and the occasional actual cat treat.


 

This is the plum season, the nights
blue and distended, the moon
hazed, this is the season of peaches

with their lush lobed bulbs
that glow in the dusk, apples
that drop and rot
sweetly, their browned skins veined as glands

No more the shrill voices
that cried need need
from the cold pond, bladed
and urgent as new grass

Now it is the crickets
that say ripe ripe
slurred in the darkness, while the plums

Dripping on the lawn outside
our window, burst
with a sound like thick syrup
muffled and slow

The air is still
warm, flesh moves over
flesh, there is no

hurry

~Margaret Atwood, Late August


When I read this poem, I thought of the plum tree orchard that I discovered one August when I was living and working at the Manor. The bosses were away and I was walking down past the hedge towards the tennis courts and secret garden when I came upon it.  There must have been at least 10 or 15 trees, branches so laden with big purple globes that they were drooping under the weight.  Some had burst their skins, and the wasps hovered around them in the late August heat. I came back with a pail and picked as many as I could. 




This is a photograph that I took of them. As you can see the branches were overladen with beautiful plums. I spent a few hours listening to the birds sing and the bees hum as I picked fruit in wonderful solitude, the fruit hanging from the branches around me like hundreds of big purple and blue easter eggs. The whole time I was picking, I couldn't stop thinking of all the wonderful things I was going to do with them . . . plum crumbles, cakes, muffins . . . chutneys and jams . . . wonderful, sugar plummy thoughts. 

Back to the house, armed with a big pail full of plums, I could hardly wait to get stuck in and cook up some lovely plum delights. I cut quite a few into slices as I recall, freezing them in layers on baking sheets, ready to pop into bags and use in the coming Winter months ahead.

I was as happy as if I had found a buried treasure and, I suppose, in a way I had.  I only ever rarely walked in that area of the Estate, usually only when they were away. This was a very happy discovery.

They grew quite a few different fruits on the Estate. Pears, Figs, Raspberries, Medlars, etc. Nobody ever made me aware of these things. I had to stumble onto them. A shame really and such a waste. They did not want or use them.



 


This is the type of journal I would like to create.  A true nature journal, filled with sketches and small paintings of different flowers and plants in all of their life stages.  Perhaps next year.  I have such a great love of nature and its creations. Botany.

I have a great love of botanical art.




I was able to, several months back, to get my hands on a book written in 1983 by Elizabeth Cameron for her grandchildren, entitled "A Wildflower Alphabet."  It is beautiful and filled with her handwritten descriptions of the plants and flowers on its pages . . .

 



All done in watercolors. They are stunning.  What a wonderful gift that must have been for the children to receive.  I would have been over the moon.

I spent many an hour as a child, scrambling through the brush and the trees that surrounded where we lived.  I remember once coming upon a small graveyard which held only one grave. It was surrounded by an ornate iron railing. I remember thinking this must have been such a special person to have been interred in such a way. It was a most sacred seeming spot, hidden amongst the trees and tall grasses, the air smelling of sweet woodruff.

I daren't like to ponder what the reality must have been. Why spoil the sweet story carried in my child's minds-eye.

Apparently, there are two little girls buried at the far end of my great-grandparent's land/farm. We have always been going to go and investigate to see if we can find them. It is a great mystery to us.

Who are they and why are they there?? Perhaps they are two young girls who died in the Spanish Flu epidemic in the early 1900's and they were buried there as to keep the contagion away from the main house?  My mind does make up a fanciful tale . . .

The truth is probably quite different. 


 


I have been enjoying revisiting some older films this past week.  First I watched the Dead Poet's Society, which I really enjoyed, and now I have started Memoires of a Geisha. I need to watch them in short bursts. My attention span is no longer such that I can watch any film all in one go.  At least it is very rare that I am able to in any case.  30- to 45-minute-long spurts is all I can seem to stretch to.  I tell myself I am savoring them, choosing to spread them out over a few days. 

It doesn't really matter how long it takes. I enjoy them all the same whether devoured in one go or broken down into smaller treats. They are a feast all the same.


 

So mid-week next I shall be turning 70. I can remember when I was younger thinking 60 was very old and hardly being able to imagine being that age. How did I get to 70?  That would have seemed to be ancient. And yet, here I am.  And I feel blessed for being so. There are so many that I grew up with who are no longer with us. Some of my best friends that I had in my growing up years are long gone. Kids we went to school with locally . . .  not here anymore.   My father always says, "God isn't ready for me yet and the Devil doesn't want me."  (This is when he is talking about himself.)  I guess here I am.  God isn't ready for me yet and the Devil doesn't want me either.

We were a bit panicked yesterday afternoon. Cindy had gone golfing with Dan and when they got home dad was not back yet from his tea and donut at Tim Hortons. She called here to see if he had come to visit me. It was past 3 pm, and he is usually back from Timmies by 2-2:15 at the latest.  Of course he wasn't here.

We do try calling him, but he never answers his phone. Although it is in his pocket, he cannot hear it. She did try ringing it a few times and fortunately the person he was with heard it and told him someone was calling him, and so he called my sister back. He was at a younger ham radio friend of his's place. Thank goodness all was well.

It is like having a teenager in the house all over again.

As far as I know we are taking him out this afternoon along with his friend Maryann. I don't know for sure yet as I haven't spoken to my sister yet today, but that is the usual Friday happening. We shall see.

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


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make your lives extraordinary."
~Robin Williams, Dead Poet's Society
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Savory Yellow Wax Beans




In The English Kitchen today  . . .  Savory Yellow Wax Beans.  This is the delicious way that I have been cooking yellow beans for years and years.  It is how my grandmother cooked them.


Have a wonderful Friday.  Seize the day.  I hope it is a great day for each of you. Don't forget!



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