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. 

 

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Sitting on the end of June and being grateful for the last thirty days.  We sit at halfway through the year and it has been a good one for the most part thus far.   One cannot complain.  I started off the year planning on simplifying things and slowly but surely, I am managing my goal.  Rome was not built in a day as they say.  Simplicity. It is not overrated. I think it is a great source of joy and of peace.

 

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Strawberries. Had my first ones of the year yesterday at Cindy's for dessert. Her dinner was yummy as always, roast beef with roasted potatoes, carrots and yellow beans, gravy. and for dessert little sponge cakes with some crushed berries on top and whipped cream.  A real treat.

 

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Doug's heart rate has stabilized and is back to where it should be.  Thank goodness.  I am grateful that it was just something simple as forgetting to take one of his meds. I pray daily that he will live to be an old man and get to enjoy seeing all of his children grow up and become parents themselves. To enjoy grandchildren, etc.  I know this is any parents wish and hope for their children.

 

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I started watching a documentary about Jayne Mansfield on Crave yesterday.  I did not get too far into it as I was just exhausted and struggling to stay awake.  I remember reading a book many years ago about her life.  

I am grateful that I do not have to live my life in the fishbowl of the public eye. There is a price to pay for infamy, and I am not willing to pay it. 

I would not be rich and famous for anything. I am grateful to be just me, living my simple and quiet life in obscurity.

 

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Meaningful prayer.  Prayer is a gift that brings us into closer communication with our Heavenly Father, and I am grateful to have a praying heart. Holy consciousness. I pray deliberately and frequently. Sometimes my prayers are naught but a whisper of thought, other times they are tear-filled, heart-rending conversations with the Divine.  Always they leave me better than I was before the prayer. Prayer brings me peace, comfort and consolation.

 

Cinnamon is pretty much back to normal. You would hardly know anything untoward had happened now, except that the fur on her stomach needs to grow back fully.  She is lively and happy, affectionate and playful. She is back to helping me fold my laundry and make my bed. All is right in our world.

  

 

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Sunshine and flowers.  My days are filled with both, with a bit of rain thrown in for good measure. Summertime  . . . 

 

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Good neighbors.  My newest neighbor came over to introduce herself.  She was born in Inglisville like my mother was.  We had a nice little chat. Good neighbors are worth their weight in gold. We are very blessed on this street to all be like minded, quiet and decent folk. It makes for a much more peaceful life. I am blessed to be able to call such a place home. I love my wee home.

 

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My faith.  I don't know where I would be without it. It threads itself through my days and weeks and months. It gives me hope and it brings me joy. It lends purpose to my life. It is from whence I draw my strength and gives me the power to keep going. It brings me peace and comfort.

Family, Faith, Friends, Home  . . .  health and purpose. A bit of work a bit of play. Life.  I am grateful for all that I have been given stewardship of in this simple life of mine.

A thought to carry with you  . . . 

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 *.˛“Most of the time the universe 

speaks to us very quietly 

in pockets of silence, in coincidences, 

in nature, in forgotten memories, 

in the shape of clouds, in moments of solitude, 

in small tugs at our hearts.” 

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In The English Kitchen today, a delicious Air Fryer Cheese & Onion Toastie. Simply delicious. 

I hope that you have a beautiful day and that your week ahead is filled with an abundance of small and wonderful things.  Be happy. Be blessed. Don't forget!

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All Things nice . . .

 

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Now I have happiness to spare,

A well of joy that I can share

With everyone who comes my way,

Memories lovely as the day,

And in the background of my dreams

A shining tower often gleams.

Now I have happiness -- the kind

That comes from work and peace of mind,

Needing no hollow show or pride,

But something clean and deep inside

Beyond the reach of outward things,

An inward happiness that sings.

I have the stars that glimmer down

Into the little streets of town,

A brand new snow-fall overnight;

Shop windows glowing warm and bright,

With apples . . . lemons . . . tangerines,

Celery and lettuce for the greens.

And there are churches warm and dim

Choirs to sing the well-loved hymn,

Children in snow suits like small elves

Playing a game among themselves,

A twilight lovely as a prayer,

And happiness that all can share.

~Edna Jacques, Now I Have Happiness

Hills of Home, 1952

Admittedly a winter poem, but the title spoke to me as did many of the words.  Now I have happiness and to spare.  There was a time not that long ago when I thought perhaps, I would never be happy again, but now I am happy, and I have happiness to spare.  Each night when I lay me down my prayers are filled with gratitude for the life that I have and its many blessings.  The windows of heaven have opened up and blessed me with abundance. I speak not of material things. I have all of those that I need and more.  I speak of spiritual things.  Of a heart that is at peace with my life and who I am and where I am. Oh, I do have my moments. I would not be human did I not, but, by and large, I am at peace and content with my lot. I have gotten to the place where I can be thankful for all the things I have experienced and the way that they have shaped me. I recognize that things could always have been far worse than they were, and that they are far worse for many people. 

I am grateful. And I am happy. I am at peace.

 

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I messaged Doug yesterday to see how he was feeling and he thinks he knows what the problem is. He was going through his meds that had been put together and noticed that one tablet was missing. The one that regulates his heart. He is not sure how many days he was without it. Anyways, he started to take it again and hopefully his heart rate will soon go down and be normal again. I will probably message him later to see how he is.

I hope that is all that it is.

I did suggest that perhaps he should get his meds in blister packs, already sorted. He said he was thinking of doing that.

I went out in the back yard and took a closer photo of the chair next door. Don't worry, I was able to do it from my back patio.  I just wanted to show you how very cute it was. And it is.  I don't think it is meant to be sat upon. It's just adorable.  Love the birdhouse as well. I should paint my birdhouse that Dan gave me and put it out.  I don't have anything much out in decorations. I don't know why.  

I had fairies secreted throughout my garden in the U.K. They had become somewhat bleached by the sun and the weather, which only made them more beautiful to my eyes. 

I think a yard/garden should be full of little surprises to delight the eyes and the soul.

 

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One of the last things I do at night before I go to sleep, after I have got into bed and said my prayers, etc. is to listen to a hymn.  I have a Sacred Music app on my iPad.  I think it is a beautiful habit . . . to make songs of praise the last thing you hear at the end of the day.

Last night I listened to "It is Well With My Soul."

When peace like a river, 

attendeth my way, 

when sorrows like sea billows roll -- 

Whatever my lot, 

Thou hast taught me to say, 

"It is well, it is well with my soul."

 Beautiful words to end the day on.

The night before last, it was "A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief," a hymn about serving others and in so doing, being in service to our Lord. 

I do love the hymns of the church, of any church. Anything that touches the heart and brings us into closer communion with our Heavenly Father, God, whatever you choose to call this higher power . . . 

 

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I think my favorite hymn of all time is "His Eye is on the Sparrow."  I know I have spoken of it before. I love sparrows. They are the humblest of birds. There is nothing spectacular about their appearance. And yet, they are mentioned 40 times in the bible, including the Old and the New Testaments. They are important enough to God to warrant such notice.

He notices if even one of them falls. Not one sparrow is forgotten by God. All are under His watchful eye.  And so are we.  At least that is what I believe and have come to know. "His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me."

 How do I know. Over and over again in my life He has made His presence known to me. Most often in small and simple ways that, because I was open to seeing them, I saw and noticed them. Most recently was the scrap of paper that I found on the ground, just when I needed to find it saying, "Forgiven." Such a small thing and it might have gone unnoticed had I just walked over it. But no, it was put there for me to find and I found it.  There have been many, many other instances where I have been touched in small and meaningful ways by His presence.

I remember one night several years back when I had just gotten into bed, and I was crying and could not find the words to pray.  The weight of my sorrow was so deep and so heavy.  I said so . . .  I think I whispered help me, two little words.  I opened my iPad to read and the exact words of comfort that I needed were there for me to see and to read.  

Only one example of many, many instances throughout my life.

He knows us. He watches over us.  He cares.  We matter to Him. His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me. If you doubt this . . .  put it to the test . . .  and then wait, expecting an answer. You will find/hear/see it. It might not come immediately, but it will come at some point. He will make His presence known and touch you in a special way, and often in a most unexpected way.

 

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It is quite a bit cooler out there this morning and it is drizzling . . .  a light rain is falling.  It is supposed to rain tomorrow as well. The gardeners will be happy for that. Canada Day and the fourth are both supposed to be dry.  There was supposed to be a Multicultural event happening in our town today, with loads of activities planned to include a concert tonight, but it has been postponed due to the inclement weather. It will happen at some point, just not this weekend. I know many will be disappointed.  

Weather happens.  There should always be a plan "B" I suppose.  It's too bad we don't have a large, enclosed area with shelter where people could have participated anyways. In the next town down the valley, they have the fairgrounds with lots of big barns, etc.  Alas, there is naught like that here.

I suppose like all things it will be made all the better for the waiting. 

I suppose we could, each of us, think of our day ahead as a jar that we can fill.  What we choose to fill it with will determine what type of day we will have. If you fill it with positivity, then you should have a really great day, and the opposite will be just as true.  Days make up weeks, make up months, make up years.  Years make up lifetimes.  How will you choose to fill yours?  

It is not always easy to be positive I know. Or to be grateful. Or gracious. Or any number of positive things. We cannot always find hope. But we can at least try.  

I know for myself that I have never regretted embracing the positive. Perhaps I have just not been truly tried or tested.  Horrible things happen to nice people all the time. I believe that how you choose to handle the "horrible" matters.  It can make all the difference in the world to the outcome, to the end of the story.

I have a toolbox and in it I carry faith, trust, peace, forgiveness, hope, kindness, love, etc. Those things fall within the wheelhouse of my abilities to control, at least from my side anyways.

 

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I had to laugh yesterday. I was watching Hannah Rickets on YouTube and she was tasting KFC for the very first time.  She usually reviews places that wealthy people embrace and patronize.  The looks on her face as she tried the different articles were priceless. She tried the popcorn chicken, the chicken zinger sandwich, the plain fried chicken and she had some gravy. She forgot to order the chips.  The chicken actually made her feel queasy. This was not Micheline star food by any stretch, but I think she knew that going in.  I think she wanted to be pleasantly surprised rather than outrageously disappointed. She called it foul, no pun intended.

That is not the first person I have watched review KFC on YouTube lately who was grossly disappointed. I have seen quite a few. 

The last time we bought KFC, WE were disappointed also
if I am being honest.

I can remember not so many years ago when a meal from KFC was considered to be a real treat.  It has really gone downhill in my estimation. And I wonder why that is.  What has been your experience with it?  Have you tried it lately?  What were your thoughts?

We much prefer Mary Brown's Chicken. It is more expensive than KFC, but it does taste a lot better, the chicken seems to be of better quality, and it is not as greasy. It's still not super good for the diet, but at least it tastes good.

I have to say that most fast-food places have dipped in quality and taste in recent years.  I have to wonder why that is.  Pride in product is slipping it seems.  

I blame the unholy worship of the dollar. The desire to increase profits at the cost of the consumer. "We won't up the price of our chicken/burgers/chips, etc. but we are going to use the cheapest product we can buy to use and will make our money up that way." Peddling garbage at the consumer's expense. Where will it all end?

Mind you, I am living in a small area that really has no place decent to eat. An area where people seem to value quantity over quality. It's a shame really. 

Oh dear, and this was supposed to be a nice positive post. The new Indian place in the next town over is really nice!

I got up way too early this morning . . . 

 

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Good advice.  I think so anyways.  

I am not sure what I will get up to today.  I have some work to do. I am still craving a steak.  Do I dare break down and pay a fortune for one?  Hmm . . .  we will see. In any case it is getting late now, and I need to get on with my day . . . it is raining so I will have to make some sunshine!

A thought to carry with you . . . 

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 *.The little things that make life sweet

are worth their weight in gold;

They can't be bought at any price and

neither are they sold.

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In The English Kitchen today . . .  Easy Apple Crisp Foil Packets. No fuss, no muss, and not a lot to clean up. The fact that they are also delicious is a bonus!

I do hope that you have a beautiful weekend filled with love and peace and the people you care about most in this world. Be happy. Don't forget!

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Dear Neighbor . . .

 

FRIDAY, June 27th, 2025

Estate Lane, Nova Scotia

12*C/53.6*F

A sunny morning

Dear Neighbor,

I am a bit later getting started this morning. I don't know why. It has just taken me longer to get myself sorted out. I was awake at 5:30 a.m. laying in bed and thinking.  Go up, fed the cats, had my shower and now I have my front door open letting some fresh air come in via the screen door.  The sun is shining, and I can hear Chippy off somewhere on the street, chipping away.  I can smell toast as well. That is such a lovely smell.  The smell of toast. It whispers good morning and gives you a hug. It makes me feel all warm and comfortable and safe. It makes me think of all the mornings of my childhood. My mother making coffee in a black enamel pot on the stove for my dad.  The smell of toast wafting through the air. The hustle and bustle of getting my own children ready and out the door for school.  The sound of clinking china and tea trays rattling in the old people's home that I worked at when I first moved to the U.K. 

There are so many feelings attached to the smell of toast don't you think? For me they are good and I am grateful for that.

 

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One of my favorite things to have on toast, aside from butter, is jam.  Strawberry jam to be exact. I adore strawberry jam. Bonne Maman makes a very good commercial one, but my absolute favorite is homemade strawberry jam and right now is the season.  I think I should get some berries and make myself some this year. Not a lot, maybe only half a dozen jars and even that will be too much, I fear. I just don't go through it now like I used to.  When I had the children at home I would make at least a dozen jars, if not more.  And it would all get used up before the year was through and it was time to make it again. That would be in addition to a few others.  Blueberry jam and blackberry jelly (jelly because it had no seeds).  Also, Crabapple jelly.  Those were the favorites.

I picked up a package of pickling spice yesterday. Not because I want to make pickles, but because last year there was something that either Cindy or I wanted to make that required pickling spice and we could not find it anywhere. I thought it prudent to get a pack of it while I saw it, just in case.

 

I am guilty of the sin of coveting this morning.  This is a photo taken from my bedroom window.  My new neighbor has this chair in their back yard. It is a birdhouse Adirondack kind of a chair. All the slats in the back of the chair end in birdhouses at the top.  There is also a birdhouse sitting on the seat.  Clearing it is for decoration only and not meant to be sat upon. I am in love with it and want one for myself.  ha-ha Won't happen, but it is so close to my garden I can pretend it is mine, right? I can look out at it every day and get some joy in seeing it.

I was thinking the other morning, how pleasant it would be to sit out back on the patio some days and to enjoy the fresh air beneath the shadow of the maple tree, perhaps reading a book, or even just sitting and thinking.  How lovely that would be. 

I never go out there. I have no chairs to sit on if I did.  But I do wish that I could.  Perhaps I will hunt around for a folding chair. I don't have a shed so it would present a bit of a problem to find somewhere to store chairs in the winter. Oh, the costs are mounting when I think about it . . . I will just have to satisfy myself with looking at their chair from my window and wishing it were mine.

 

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The house we had when we were living in Ralston, Alberta was by the nicest PMQ that we lived in during my previous marriage, other than the house we built that is. It was quite large and had a big kitchen and a huge dining/living room.  There were glass paned doors leading into both and a big bedroom downstairs and two larger ones upstairs.

The South facing outer walls of the house were lined with beautiful pink hollyhocks in the summer months, the back with peonies. Of course I did not know what they were back then. Only that they were pink and pretty.

There was a white picket fence all around the yard.

We did not get to live there for very long, less then two years.  Amanda was only a few months old when we moved into it and was only about 18 months old when we left.  Long story short, we got asked to move out of it as my then husband had his release in to go to work for the Alberta Prison Service and the base said that they needed the house for incoming personnel.  

We found ourselves homeless.  Well, the children and I were homeless. My ex could stay in quarters on the base. He got me and the children onto an armed forces flight out of Calgary to Chatham, N.B.  I was six months pregnant for my middle son.  I found myself flying all by myself across Canada with three children, the oldest having just turned five, a three-year-old and an 18-month-old, heavily pregnant for my fourth. I don't know how I did it now.  I was very brave.

We landed in Trenton, Ontario and I was not able to get onto the connecting flight as there were no seats for us.  We sat in the terminal all day until close to midnight before we could get on another flight to Chatham.  We landed in Chatham about 2 in the morning.  My father-in-law, whom I had only met once before, picked us up and we piled into his car, picked up my mother-in-law at the motel they had been staying in and drove to the ferry to PEI.  We waited for that and then went across the Northumberland Strait to the Island and to their home in Saint Eleanors.  I was exhausted to say the least.

Mentally and physically. Exhausted.  We were there for about a month until my brother was able to drive to Aulac, N.B to pick us up and bring us to my parents place here in Nova Scotia. We stayed there until November.  

At that point my husband had decided to stay in the Armed Forces and gotten a posting to London, Ontario. So, he drove down with the cat and picked us up at my parent's place and we moved to London. Douglas was born only a few weeks later.

That was the way it was for the whole 22 years we were married. Those years were filled with tumult and uncertainty.  Lots of joy as well, but there was not a lot of stability when I think back on it now.

 

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I had a facetime with Doug the night before last.  He had just not long since got home from the local ER. He was there as his heart rate was up to 148.  He is my son with the heart problems and who has a defibrillator fitted in his chest. They could not find any reason for it being so high. They tested everything.  They thought perhaps he was dehydrated from the heat and so they pumped him full of fluids, but it still did not go down. So, they sent him home. He was staying hydrated and had a note to be off work for a few days. I messaged him last night to see how he was doing, and his heart rate was still up. I do not know what the problem is, but I am concerned.  If you could keep him in your prayers, I would so appreciate it.

He is only 44. He is a good, good man.  With a kind and gentle soul. 

They are planning on coming over for the Christian Camp that is held near here every July.  They go pretty much every year.  He said he plans on spending some time every day with me, but we will see. Hopefully he will be well enough to come over.  Kayla (his wife) as well. She fractured her back hitting it on a table not long ago and has been in quite a bit of pain. She is working but is not allowed to lift anything. Hopefully it will heal itself.

You never think that you are going to fracture your back so easily, but there you go. She could use your prayers for healing as well.

 

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The fields around where I live are full of the first hay cutting of the season.  There should be another 2 or 3 before the season is done. It is drying in the sun before being baled.  The corn is about 2 feet high now as well. It seems like it was only a few days ago now that the first leaves were unfurling themselves on the branches of the trees and now the trees are so full that you can barely see most of the houses from the road as you drive past.  They are tucked away behind layers of green foliage. 

But it wasn't a few days, it was weeks and weeks. Time just passes so quickly.

The kids are just about finished with the school year.  I saw on the board at the high school in town that the last day is the 30th with an early closing.  The summer weeks will pass by quickly and before we know it the store shelved will be filled with back-so-school supplies.

At least that is how it seems.  The days fall off the calendar far too quickly for my liking.  I expect it is the same for everyone.

I took a photograph of one of the peonies at my sister's place yesterday. They are almost done now.  They are only single peonies, these ones nearer to the house. There are more of them further out back.  So pretty.  

We went out yesterday together for a bit.  I had to drop off something at my friend Jacquie's house and Cindy needed to go get a new pair of glasses as the frames for her old ones have started to come apart. I helped her to pick out a new set and then we went to Walmart to get a few bits and then onto the Superstore to get another few bits.

I had in mind to get myself a steak for my supper. Oh, I have been craving a nice steak, but . . .  I am not paying the prices they are asking for a piece of beef that is too thin to cook properly.  They had a piece of tenderloin, enough for one person, but it was $35.

I settled for some spareribs, already prepared, that were on special for $6.75.  Not a brand that either one of us had ever seen before. 

I had some of them last night with some rice and a salad.  I didn't really care for them. They were quite fatty in my opinion. I know spareribs are fatty anyways, but these seemed to be overly so.  I found myself eating them and wishing they were steak.

I could not bring myself to buy the strawberries that were in the store.  They were down to $5.99 but they did not look very fresh at all.

 

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I am not sure what I will get up to today. I have a million things that I want to do, but only so many hours to do them. I seem to get distracted very easily these days as well. I do not know what is up with that. I start to do one thing but find myself doing something else completely or getting interrupted many, many times by one thing or another.  Ok, it is usually the cats. They have become quite needy of late.  Interrupting me and wanting attention much more frequently than they used to. They are bored with their toys it seems and want something more. Oh, that I could afford a Catio.  But then it would need taking down often for the mowers. There is no good solution.

Cat tv.  But they also get bored of that.

And with that I will end this off and leave you with a thought to carry with you as you go on your way . . .

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 *.If you've never experienced the joy

of accomplishing more than you

can imagine, plant a garden.

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From my calendar this morning.

 

In The Kitchen today, Quick BBQ Chicken Flatbread.  A quick and easy supper that you can have on the table in about half an hour's time give or take.  Delicious as well!

This is an AI rendition of it that I did just to see. I think it was the painting version.  Pretty colors.

I hope that you have a beautiful day no matter where you are or what you get up to. Stay safe, be happy, enjoy your day, and 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!

 

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Lacy caps  . . . 

 

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Gratitude . . . 

 

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Small labels  . . . 

 

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Brown paper packages tied up with string  . . . 

Vintage blue birds  . . . 

 

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Vintage apples  . . . 

 

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Balloons  . . . 

 

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Home Sweet Home  . . . 

 

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Three Little Pigs  . . . 

 

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Bird houses  . . . 

 

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Whimsies  . . . 

 

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Hearts and flowers  . . . 

 

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Polka Dots  . . . 

 

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Vintage Cookbooks  . . . 

 

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Hearts  . . . 

 

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Wooden clothespins  . . . 

 

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Red lanterns  . . . 

 

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The Union Jack  . . . 

 

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Wool throws  . . . 

 

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Little straw handbags  . . . 

 

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Flaky and sweet  . . . 

 

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Pickles  . . . 

 

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Pillows  . . . 

 

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Vintage Cars  . . . 

 

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Sparrows  . . . 

And those are my favorite things for this week. I especially like the sparrow.  Sparrows are dear to me. From the paint brush of Kelly Acker . . . I could not find her page to show you.

A thought to carry with you  . . . 

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˚ ˛ •˛• ˚ ｜ 田田 ｜門 ★

 *.˛.° ˛The Bible is the only book

where the author

is in love with the reader.

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In The English Kitchen today  . . .  Quick Pull Apart Garlic Buns  . . . a delicious and simple repurposing of stale dinner rolls.

I hope you have a wonderful day today.  May it be filled with sunshine and light.  Don't forget!

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And I do too!