Wednesday Witterings . . .

 

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Good morning everyone! Sorry for my absence yesterday and I hope I didn't cause anyone to worry. I simply was too zonked out to write or do anything.  I had another one of those episodes late Monday night and ended up going by ambulance to the hospital up country to get checked out. I spent all Monday night sitting upright in a hard chair staring at an empty bed across from me. I had no blanket to cover me or anything.  I had some initial blood tests done when I got there and an x-ray and then nobody came to talk to me the whole rest of the night until I had another blood test at 4 a.m. and then the doctor came and said, "It's not your heart, there's nothing wrong with you, go home."  Then the nurse came and said you can go now and I said, well I have to call my sister to come and get me and I can't call her until it's a decent time for me to wake her up.  I finally gave in and called her a 5 a.m. because they were giving me the "sink eye."  I then went out and sat in another hard chair by the entrance way at the back door until she came. I started out inside, but they told me that was for patients waiting to be triaged.

In any case, I did not sleep all night. Not one wink. So, I was pretty zonked when I finally got home. (Thank you, Cindy, for driving all the way up there to get me so early in the morning.  She's a saint.) I fed the fur babies and went to bed. I managed to sleep for 2 hours, but that's all. I spent the rest of yesterday in a huge brain fog.  I went back to bed at my normal time last night and managed to sleep right through until 6:30 this morning, which was great.

And here I am. Another ambulance bill to pay. None the wiser about why this keeps happening. I have no idea.  It's scary when it does.

Happy Birthday today to my dear friend Ginny in New Hampshire!!  She is the sweet friend who knit me my beloved tea cozy. We also got to meet in person a few summers ago when she and her husband Tom were camping here in Nova Scotia.  Sweet people.  I hope you have the most beautiful day Ginny!  Be happy and be blessed!

I bought something on Etsy a month or so ago which cost me $87.20 including the shipping fee. It has never arrived, although when I track the package, it says that a customs fee is due and that UPS has tried three times to deliver it to me. Nobody has tried to deliver anything to me. There has been no notices on my door, nothing in my mailbox, no phone calls, nada, zip, nothing. 

I contacted the seller, who is in Turkey. She says she paid UPS $20 to ship it and is out of pocket. I said  . . .  um, no, I paid you $27 to ship it and it hasn't arrived. Clearly, they are trying to deliver it to the wrong address because they are not delivering or trying to deliver it to me, here, right where I live. 

I said I wanted a refund, as clearly, I am not going to get the said item, unless she chases it up and gets it sent to the right address. (Fat chance of that happening. I tried to figure out how to contact them here and could get nowhere.)  The seller was upset, again stating that she spent $20 sending the item to me, and now she was going to have to pay to have it brought back into her country.

And that is my problem? How so?  I purchased an item in good faith, and I have not received said item.

I can't contact Etsy until 3 months have passed and I still haven't gotten the item I ordered. The only option they give me is to continue to contact the seller, which  . . .  I'm sorry, seems a bit like harassment.  I have contacted her three times already. 

I have never ever had any problems ordering anything on Etsy before.  I have always received what I ordered, no problem, and the sellers have always been very accommodating, often even beyond accommodating.  This has thrown me.  Am I in the wrong for wanting my money refunded? 

I am not happy about this. Not happy at all. That's a lot of money to fork out for nothing.

 

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Oh dear, all I am doing is grumbling here this morning instead of focusing on my blessings. I am blessed that nothing was wrong with me.  I am blessed that I had money to order something on Etsy.  There, hopefully I have chased any bad Karma away.

The gnats are down to a dull roar now. Not that many. Hopefully in a day or two there will be none.  I still have those pest strips hanging, an empty fridge, four bait stations out and two bug lamps, oh plus two little bug sticky light things.  I have several gnats in the bait stations this morning, but I haven't seen any flying around, yet.

I am pretty sure that Cindy and I discovered the source of them on Saturday and we dealt with that, so hopefully they will soon all be gone. What a struggle this has been. Again, Cindy is a Saint.  I don't know what I would do without her. I really don't.

 

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I am sure she rues the day I returned back here.  Oh, I know she doesn't, but . . . what a burden I fear that I am becoming. It upsets me in that I have a grown son who lives only fifteen minutes away who could be helping me with these things, but my sister who is a senior herself ends up doing it all, on top of having to care for my elderly father. She has never made me feel like a burden, I hasten to add. It is me who feels like I ask too much.  I don't have anyone else to help me. 

When I came back here, I thought that my son would be there for me, but it hasn't ended up that way and the two sons and five grandsons who would be there to help me live too far away to do anything.

I am not sure what the answer is, but I will figure it out.

I took my hummingbird feeder down this morning. All it was attracting at this stage is wasps. I have not seen a hummingbird in a number of days now.

 

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I am not sure what I will get up to today.  I have tons of things I should be doing, so I expect I will get at a few of them.  I hope I have not been a real downer today.  I do know that I am a person who has been on the receiving end of many, many blessings, and I take none of them for granted. 

I have a lovely home, and a wonderful family who loves me and I love them. I am a woman of great faith and a believer in prayer.  Everything works out just the way it is supposed to in the end. I am a great believer in that as well.

I am going to leave you with a thought for the day before I dig a deeper hole, lol.

A thought to carry with you  . . . 

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 *.Music can change the world
because it can change people.
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There is nothing new from me in the Kitchen today, but I am sharing my recipe for Apple Dumplings. Its a good one. I promise.

Have a lovely day all you wonderful people. I hope it is filled with joy and love.  Don't forget!

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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. 

Its a very misty day out there this morning, but its going to be a good day. Mom always said that a misty morning meant a good day was in the offing. They are still managing to hold the fires, and the fires are not progressing, so that's a good thing. A very good thing.

 

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I really do not know what I would do without my sister to help me out. I appreciate her so very much and not just because she helps me so much, but also because I love her and she is my best friend. You could not ask for a better friend. Loyal, trustworthy, faithful. She is the kind of friend anyone could ever hope to have.

On Saturday I opened my refrigerator to get something out and it was full of gnats. I just sat down and cried and cried. I had hit my gnat low.  I called Cindy in desperation. She came over, armed with those pest strips. She helped me to clean out my refrigerator and get rid of everything. Hung up the strips, etc.

There are a lot less gnats in the house today, two days later. I don't know how I would have coped with that daunting task without her.  I really don't. 

Being able to go to church, partake of the sacrament, listen to the talks, sing the hymns, go to Relief Society and learn and share thoughts with the other sisters in the Branch, etc.  Sunday's fill me with hope in a world where hope is becoming increasingly scarce. My faith sustains me.

 

(This is not a photo of my niece, just the book with

the books author and subject)

My niece illustrated a children's book and it is doing well.  I am so proud of her.  She is such a talented artist. It looks really cute. You can purchase the book here.  Artistic talents clearly run in the family. My sister is a fabulous artist in her own right.

I have a pear to prove it.  I love my sister's work so much. I bought this painting from her shortly after I moved into my place. I just thought it was phenomenal. I hope she doesn't mine me showing it to you. I consider it to be one of my great treasures.

The other day when the guy was here to clean my car, this scamp got spooked and ran into the bathroom and jumped in behind my washing machine and dryer again. Thankfully I was able to get him out without help this time. I have kept my bathroom door closed ever since. I need to get a shelf built to put over it to prevent this from happening again.

I am so grateful for my comfy little home. Finding this place was a real blessing to me. It's just the right size. I could not cope with anything larger.  

On a side note, I love my window candles.  They make me feel super cozy.

 

Sunday afternoons with the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. I always put them onto my YouTube when I get home from church, and my afternoon is filled with warmth, comfort and good uplifting music.  I find listening to them very peaceful.  I always listen to one or two hymns sung by them at night in bed as well, after I say my prayers. I find them on the Gospel Library App under music. 

One of the highlights in my life was when I got to go to Salt Lake City and then got to attend Music and the Spoken Word in the Tabernacle at Temple Square and see them sing in person. It was a pretty wonderful experience.

Cinnamon had a sore eye earlier last week and it seems to have completely healed. I was worried. It looked like it had gotten scratched.  Cindy had some eye ointment from one of her cats and we applied it once and the eye is looking great. Thank goodness. I wasn't able to get a Vet appointment until the 26th. I am going to cancel that now. I don't need it. Why spend money I don't need to spend.

I, too, am grateful for my cup.  

I am grateful for the perspective I have on life.  For being able to see the beauty of small and wonderful things. Things many people might take for granted. I see them for the blessings that they are. Serving and being served. There is great value in these small and simple things and actions.

I was up about an hour later this morning. I had a bit of a lie in for me. That happens sometimes it was almost 6:30 before I opened my eyes.  I was grateful for the gift of one more day. I hope I use it well.

A thought to carry with you  . . . 

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*Learning is not attained by chance;

it must be sought for with ardor 

and attended to with diligence.

~Abigail Adams

In The English Kitchen today a round up of my favorite Traditional British Teatime Bakes. With all of the hubbub going on in my kitchen as of late with the gnats, etc. I had not been able to get anything new cooked to share. There are a lot less of them this morning, so hopefully I have turned a corner! (Fingers crossed!)

I do hope your day and your week ahead is filled with an abundance of small and wonderful things. Can you believe we have reached the middle of September?  Wasn't it just Labor-Day? Whatever . . .  don't forget!

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Saturday Nice . . .

 

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I love the sounds of peace about my ears,

The slow and steady ticking of a clock,

A quiet river running to the sea,

The homey chatter of a farmyard flock.

The white of quiet wings above the roof,

An old cow slowly chewing on her cud,

A flock of sheep beneath a maple tree,

An apple falling with a little thud.

I love the sound of people in a church,

The choir coming in in cap and gown,

The old bell ringing in its ivory tower,

Sending its echoes half across the town.

The sound of oars somewhere beyond the mist,

An early fishermen put out to sea,

The creak of branches in the dead of night,

As a small wind goes by and rocks a tree.

The crackle of a fire in the grate,

A kettle on the stove that softly sings,

I am so glad that I have ears to hear

The little muted sounds of quiet things.

~Edna Jacques, Sounds of Peace

The Golden Road, 1953

I am like Edna; I love the sounds of peace about my ears too. A clock ticking, the snap and crackle of logs in a fire place . . .  the sound of Geese flying overhead.

I had my door open for a short this morning and heard a flock of geese flying overhead. Heading south for the Winter I expect. It is that time of year. Yesterday in the car we noticed that the leaves are really starting to change now, here in the valley and up the mountain.   The sound of geese flying overhead . . .   the sound of changing leaves . . . sounds of peace and certainty. We surely need them. Stability.  Immutable. These things never change. We will be long gone and the sound of geese flying south for the Winter and changing leaves will still be ringing in the ears of those who are wise enough to listen.

 

 

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To all appearance, summer's pomp was still at fullest height,

and although in tilled acres green had given way to gold.

though rowans were reddening,

and the woods were dashed here and there with

a tawny fierceness, yet light and warmth and color

were still present in undiminished measure, clean

of any premonitions of the passing year.

~Kenneth Graham, The Wind in the Willows

I have dug out my copy of The Wind in the Willows and am reading it. I love the classics. They never get old and always please. They bring a sense of peace, yes  . . .  peace to my soul. Like having an old friend come to visit that you have not seen in a very long while. You open the door and invite them in, throwing your arms around them in a welcoming embrace. Come in my old friend and sit a while beats the tune of your heart as you hold them close. I am so glad you have returned. Now . . . sit . . . stay a while. I'll put the kettle on, and we can warm our feet together by the fire.

 

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September is the thinking month. There is something about the soft September days that sets my mind upon reflection. For one thing a bit of the richness of summer is still with us, but it is tinged with the advancing thoughts of first frosts. The bounty of the garden becomes most precious because we do not know which day will be its last. We become more than a little intoxicated with the amounts of peppers, squash and potatoes, not to mention the tomatoes and last of the beans. The last of the zinnias and a few late roses, perfect and delicate.  Just like our days.

Do you notice how color follows the season? In the spring we have pale yellows, blues and violets. Scillia, hyacinth and then onto lilacs. In the summer we have the pinks . . . roses, sweet rocket and the magenta of phlox By September we have moved into the rich goldenrod, the marigolds, the zinnias. You cannot pursue this too far without argument, for we do have all colors at all seasons, but I feel the spectrum changes with the months with Autumn colors being the most dramatic and the Spring being the most delicate. We won't discuss Winter  . . . 

 

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I cannot think of a better present to anyone than a no-work day. A packed lunch, a mode of transport and an old blanket to sit on. Oh, those days of sitting on the ground on blankets are gone for me now, but I can still dream. A nice sunny September day is perfect for this kind of activity . . . down winding roads bordered with goldenrod and turning leaves to find the perfect spot. A basket full of ham sandwiches, and a jar full of drink  . . .  fresh apples and a chunk of cheese. What an adventure we would have.  Where would we end up?

Perhaps at that spot along the Northern shore which has a spot just right for pulling in. We can listen to the waves hit the rocks as we sit on the blanket, munching on our sandwiches and watching the seals sunbathing in the last of the summer sun. Such fun.

On our way back we can stop at a roadside stand and pick up some lovely richly colored pumpkins and squash and fresh ripe plums, the last of the summer corn . . . jars of golden honey and rose-colored crabapple jelly. I know a few farm stands who carry frozen meat pies, and smoked meats.  The smell of all of this is truly intoxicating. I know. Fearfully expensive, but such a temptation after a day spent in the sun. Who wants to cook???  Let the no-work day continue with a pie in the oven, hang the expense . . . full of chunks of beef, juices bubbling up along the edge and caramelizing . . .  those are my favorite bits, and maybe for dessert a cheeky bowl of ice cream with just a drizzle of the golden honey and sliced crisp red apples on the side.

At the end of the day we can curl up in our comfy chairs, watching the sun set, bathing our windows in gold and amber streaks.  We can light the lamps and converse about what a wonderful no-work day we have had and why don't we do this more often and we should all do it again soon . . . 

 

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I have come across a show on Brit box this week that I am enjoying immensely.  It is called The Hardacres. 

"A working-class family in 1890s Yorkshire move from a grimy fish dock to a vast country estate."

I do so love a rags-to-riches story. Combine that with a period drama and I am very happy indeed. I have watched two episodes two nights in a row. If you are a fan of period dramas, similar to Downton or Upstairs Downstairs, you might also enjoy this. It is like a Yorkshire version of the Beverly Hillbillies combined with Downton Abby.  The series is based on the best-selling novels by the author CL Skelton.

A cracking watch!

 

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Cindy and I took Dad and Maryann to the mall yesterday afternoon and then took ourselves off to a cheeky Indian lunch while they had their visit together.  We went to that new place in Kingston. I think this is the third or fourth time we have been there, so I think it is safe to say we really like the food.  We had samosas and a Chicken Biryani, plus some parotta breads. It was so so so good, and has only fueled my desire to cook some more Indian food here at home.  I was looking through my book and found a nice recipe for butter chicken, but there is also a chicken and potato dish that is looking rather tasty.

I wish we could get good lamb here, but alas it is very difficult to find. 

We also stopped at the Optometrists to see if they could fix my eyeglasses. Alas, they could not.  The frames are no longer in stock, and they could not pop my lenses into any others. They could also not fix the nosepiece, so they ended up knocking off the other piece.  I have another eye exam in December, and it doesn't behoove me to purchase a new set of glasses now when my prescription might have changed in December and I may need to buy another set then. I will just have to sit tight and put up with them the way they are until then. I only just got these lenses in April, and they were quite expensive then, I used my old frames. I was trying to save some money. You really don't save a lot as the lenses are the most expensive part. The frames cost next to nothing in comparison. Lesson learned.  Had I bought new frames as well, they would have been fixable.

 

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I am not sure really how I will spend my day today. I will probably putter. A putter-day now and then is a good thing. I have no desire to really go on a picnic by myself. I will do a bit of this and a bit of that. Funny how I will get into bed at night, and my mind will be filled with lovely plans for the next day and then I get up in the morning and I think . . . no.  Can't be asked. 

I will putter about here and light my candles and clean a bit, maybe cook a bit.  Iron some transfers onto a couple of pillowcases.  Settle in and listen to some good music and perhaps do some reading. It will be a good day, no matter what I choose to do. I only have a week and a half until Eileen comes to stay so a bit of organizing is due as well. I am fighting the urge to put on some heat this morning. 

And with that I will leave you with a thought for the day . . . 

A thought to carry with you . . . 

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*With freedom, books, flowers,

and the moon, who could not be happy?

~Oscar Wilde

Also, a quote from one of my favorite past Latter Day Leaders:  Anger doesn't solve anything. It builds nothing, but it can destroy everything. -- Thomas S. Monson 

Let us always remember to be kind.

In The English Kitchen today   . . .  Peanut Butter Parfaits.  Simple. Delicious. Easy to make and very nice.  A real treat!

I hope that you have a lovely weekend. Whatever you get up to, I hope it brings you joy.

Don't forget!

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Dear Neighbor . . .

 

 FRIDAY, September 12th, 2025
Estate Lane, Nova Scotia

9*C/48.2*F

clear, a moderately warm day ahead

Dear Neighbor,

I hope you are well on this brisk September morning. I am a bit late getting started this morning, but here I am. I finally made it. I have my front door flung open and I can hear Blue Jays making that call they make that sounds like a squeaky clothesline moving, and of course the sound of cars roaring up towards the main highway.  I just put some peanuts and black sunflower seed out and a nuthatch has just visited me.  I can hear the guinea fowl as well. They have probably already made their way across the road.  They are such comical birds. 

They make me smile. I am sure that one of them is going to get hit by a car, however, if they don't stop crossing across the road at the end of my street. It is such a busy road and people just roar down it.  It is not too bad if they are coming down towards Main Street as there is a stop sign there and they are or should already be slowing down for that, but if they have come from Main Street and are heading in the other direction, they seem to put their foot down as soon as they hit the road at high speed. And of course there are never any police around to stop them.

As of 3 days ago the wildfire near me was considered being "held." I am not sure what that means exactly but it is not "out of control" any longer I am assuming. This has been a really frightening summer when it comes to that. It has been so dry, and the air has been thick with the smell of smoke. We have had little to no rain to speak of. One day, that's about it. And yet the cars are covered with dew in the mornings. All the rivers are incredibly low and yesterday we noticed that you could see the bottom of the pond in the park in Kingston. I saw on Facebook a photograph of a man walking down the Annapolis riverbed in his boots. This is a river people boat, swim and fish in. 

This may not make me many friends, but I am praying for a rainy autumn and a snowy winter.

On the plus side, I have not seen any earwigs.

The gnats, however. My word. I have been putting stuff down the sink. I have four butter plate sized bait traps set throughout the house (small house), and yesterday I brought in the big guns. I picked up my bug lamp at the local Home Hardware. I am not sure if it is attracting them or not.

This is how bad they are. I had just brought a sealed plastic tub containing a Portuguese custard tart and a donut into the house and set it on the table. Not too long afterwards my sister looked down and there was a gnat in it already. Somehow it had circumvented the sealed plastic lid. Until they are gone, I cannot have anyone over for any reason, and especially not to eat. This is very discouraging.

 

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We did not get out for our lunch together yesterday, but Cindy and I are hoping that maybe we can go for lunch while Dad and Maryann are visiting together at the mall today. We will see what happens.

Yesterday we went back to the Indian Grocery Shop and topped up our Indian spices. We also went to Walmart and we each picked up some half pint jars to put them in for storage. We each have quite a selection now. We are both well pleased that they opened that Indian shop.  We decided yesterday that the next time our brother is home, we will be well set up to cook him an authentic Indian meal. 

I had my Indian cookbook out two days ago and have been earmarking recipes that I want to try. It was difficult before because I couldn't get the spices and didn't know what to look for. Now, I have a better idea of what they are and am more prepared. 

I really love Indian food, and I love the smells in that little grocery store. That is funny because fifty years ago when I first moved to Calgary we were staying in a motel, and it was owned by East Indians, and the smell of curry was very strong. I thought it was awful and worried that everything we had was going to smell that way. Now I am much older and educated and not so ignorant, more mature I guess, and I love the smell. Because I have eaten lots of Indian food and enjoyed it, it smells delicious to me.

How blessed we are to have a world filled with different tastes, lifestyles, cuisines and perspectives at our fingertips. Our world is so open now and that is not a bad thing to live an open life with an open perspective, and with loving and kind hearts. 

A world filled with division is not a happy place. 

 

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I dig out my mother's transfer patterns and have some white pillowcases. I think I am going to do some embroidery in the coming months ahead. It is something which I really enjoy. I might get some of my fabrics out as well and try my hand at making some square cushion covers for the sofa throw cushions. We will see what happens.

Maybe I will make some dolls this Winter. My fingers are itching to play.

The man was here earlier this week to detail my car. How wonderful it was that I did not have to leave my home to have it done. He did it right in my driveway. He did a fabulous job. My car was just sparkling afterwards, inside and out.

I need to make an appointment now for my safety in October and also an appointment to have my Winter tires put on and the car winterized.

I want my car to last me as long as possible. It is ten years old now and still looks pretty new. It is still in great working order as well. Mind you, it doesn't get driven very much or very far. I cannot afford to get another car however, so I must take care of this one as best as I can.

 

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There is a lady that I follow on YouTube called Anna. She lives in a Mobile Home and has a lot of health problems. She mostly chats, cleans, and cooks simple food. But her enthusiasm for what she does, despite her health challenges, has always inspired me.  Yesterday she did a chat video. Apparently, someone has set up a YouTube channel which is centered on nothing but pulling her apart and bullying her. I was not going to go look at it, because . . .  why give attention to such a person, but I ended up going to have a look in the end and I was appalled. Whoever this person is has put in great effort to be super critical of Anna and her channel, of what she shares, etc.  I hope it gets taken down. I think it is really sad that there are people in this world who think they can do and say such things as this with impunity.  

We see it happening to famous people all the time, but to attack an older lady who is just living her life and sharing it, is really nasty. I don't get it. What is the purpose in this?

If you don't like something, don't read it, or watch it, or whatever. There is such vitriol and hatred in the video about Anna that it sickened me. It has made me question if I really want to do any more videos on my channel or not.  One does expect criticism. Even with this blog and my food blog I have gotten more than my fair share, a bit of hatred as well.  But this was way over the top. I have never seen such negativity channeled towards another person in such a vitriolic way.

She's not famous. She is not a politician. She is just a normal person living her life and sharing it. She is not young, nor is she beautiful. She lives in a trailer and in very humble circumstances. It's just plain wrong to bully her in this way.

 

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I love these blankets. They are just simple. Probably made in India or Bangladesh. I have seen them online and been tempted before. I wonder what quality they are?  They are very pretty I think. 

It is almost nine a.m. now. I know, hard to believe. I have gotten distracted many times while I have been writing this. To give the cats treats, to go to the loo, to feed the birds, etc. I seem to do that a lot these days. My attention span seems very short, but on the plus side I finally remembered the name of mom's Avon Lady.  It only took me two weeks to come up with it.  It took a while, but . . . I did eventually come up with it. I am grateful for that. Bonus!

And with that I will end this missive.

A thought to carry with you  . . . 

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*"Autumn leaves don’t fall, they fly. 

They take their time and wander, 

on this, their only chance to soar" ​

~Delia Owens  ° * 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ ˚ ˛ •

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In The English Kitchen today  . . .  Oven Swiss Steak. Another vintage recipe for two that I cooked the other day. It was quite simply delicious!  I love these old recipes!

I really hope that you have a lovely day.  I hope it is filled with light, love, peace and joy. Don't forget!

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And I do too!    

   

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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Baking. Making pies, cakes, breads, cookies.  I love the simple act of creating something tasty which will bring joy to others.

 

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Little houses  . . . . 

 

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I love this kitchen and these colors. Simple and elegant, with touches of farmhouse style. Love the mellow yellow, the light, everything.

 

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Little posies  . . . 

 

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I love this yarn. I wish I knew what brand/kind it is.

 

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Brambly Hedge  . . . 

 

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Pretty cups and saucers  . . . 

 

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Pretty soaps. I can almost smell them. I bet they smell so lovely.

 

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Cozy little nooks  . . . 

 

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Pretty fabrics  . . . 

 

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Pumpkin loaf  . . . 

 

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A crusty loaf  . . . 

 

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Twin beds . . .  I had some really nice ones in the U.K.

 

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Fresh mushrooms  . . . 

 

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I love everything about this house.

 

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Clementines  . . . 

 

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Sweet Potato Cinnamon Roll Pancakes with Vanilla Bourbon Maple Syrup

These look AMAZING!!

 

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A handknit cardigan . . . 

 

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Fresh donuts  . . . 

 

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Pretty throw pillows  . . . 

And those are my favorite things for this week.  I guess I just like pretty things  . . .  and food.

A thought to carry with you   . . . 

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˚ ˛ •˛• ˚ ｜ 田田 ｜門 ★

 *.˛.°Friendship isn't a bit thing,

its a million little things!!

In the English Kitchen today  . . . How to Make Ghee. A complete tutorial. I was surprised at how easy it really was!!  Plus, I enjoyed some special time spent with my sister.

We were supposed to go out to lunch today with my cousin Sheri, but she has woken up with a sore throat so we will have to do it another time. Maybe Cindy and I will get out for a country ramble. It would be good to shake the cobwebs off and go for a drive.

I am feeling very saddened this morning by what happened yesterday with the shooting.  It's a terrible thing, all politics aside. Nothing justifies such a despicable act of cowardice. And on the eve of 9/11. Shameful.  Have we learned nothing?  Makes me very sad.

I hope you have a lovely day, filled with things which bring you joy.  Say a little pray for our world. We need it.  Don't forget.

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And I do too!