Saturday, 26 April 2025

All Things Nice . . .

 

 

April in my own backyard --
Lettuce, pepper-grass and chard
Sending up small baby leaves --
While a mother robin weaves
Such a wee fantastic bed
In the branches overhead.

There against the crannied wall
Clothed in lichen like a shawl,
Little niches filled with moss,
(An old clothes-line thrown across)
There a toadstool white and round
Like a teepee on the ground.

In the shade bright cobwebs cling,
Mystic emblems of the spring,
Hued like opals in the sun;
Gay petunias one by one,
Colorful as patchwork quilts,
Blowing out like Highland kilts.

Ash and thorn and stunted pine
Peeping o'er a fence of mine,
Little wildlings, yet a part
Of Spring's great pulsing heart.
Lawns all green and daisy starred,
April in my own backyard.
~Edna Jacques, April in My Own Backyard
Written at Napinka, Manitoba
Beside Still Waters, 1952

There is nothing too awfully exciting going on in my backyard to be honest. I am no gardener.  Lots of weeds growing.  That's it. It is early days yet. Spring is only really getting started here. Glenna's forsythia is blooming now, and the daffodils are up.  I will miss Mr. Whitman's cheerful garden next door. He always planted lots of flowers and also planted along the roadway.  Then Will down the road. Her family always made sure she had a lovely garden also.  I can see the bleeding hearts are up and the buds of the hostas are showing as are some of the lilies, but that's all for now! I am not much of a gardener these days. I wish that I was, but I am not. I miss the gardens in England. Lots of roses and other plants.  They grew like weeds there. So pretty.



 


This is the view from the Homestead, the poet Emily Dickinson’s home, recreated as part of an exhibit about her gardens at the New York Botanical Garden in the Bronx. It’s a lovely exhibit, interspersing her poetry, much of which was inspired by nature, with flowers and plants.

I have always loved the poetry of Emily Dickenson.  




This is one of my favorite Emily Dickenson quotes. So much so that I put it on a little picture I drew, a long time ago now. This was always one of my favorites. I liked the way the fireflies glowed.  It's very cartoon-like, but that's okay. I like it anyways.  A reminder that anything is possible if you will only believe. 


 


As human beings we have a need to believe in something other than ourselves.  As John Donne said, "No man is an island." Even the most reclusive of us draw on something . . . music we love to listen to, books we enjoy reading, etc. Listening to the music we love makes us feel better as do the books we enjoy reading.

We do much better in our lives if we have a cause to feel passionate about and a reason for getting out of bed in the morning. Having a belief in something, anything . . . helps us to be the very best (or worst) version of ourselves. 

Choosing what or who to believe in needs to be done with care. We humans can very easily be led astray. We see examples of this in extremism of any kind. We need to try to believe in things or people that enable feelings of peace . . .  empowering us to feel free, enabling us to soar and feel inspired.

One of the ways we can tell if a teaching or a belief is good or right for us is by how it makes us feel.  It is okay to feel challenged, so long as the challenge is positive and helps us to rise up to meet it with joy and enthusiasm. When we take our thoughts off of ourselves and think of something other than our hardships, it's remarkable how much better we feel. When we feel better, we act better, and our lives become better. We feel full and satisfied in a nourished and vibrant way.

Being open to things and unafraid of change is a prerequisite of living the life we have dreamed of . . . a life with peace at its core.


 

Sunflowers, c. 1982. Andrew Wyeth. 
Watercolor and pencil on paper


I really love sunflowers. There is something about them and the way that they always turn their faces towards the sunshine.  That is not a bad way to live your life when you really think about it. No matter what happens to us in life, look for the sunshine and turn our faces towards that.  The sunshine is always there we just need to look for it.  It may be hiding behind the clouds, but it's there all the same. Think of when you are flying in an aircraft, you move higher and higher until you are flying above the clouds and in the sunshine.  All you need is momentum and lift.


 


It is also how someone behaves when they think nobody is watching them.  Morality.  It is WHO you truly are. Deep. At the core.  

We live in a world today that is sadly lacking in morality, or at least that appears to be in any case. But I believe that there is far more good in the world and far more good people in the world than we might suppose. They are the hands that lift for no other reason than that they see someone or something that needs lifting. They seek to empower others and to leave the world better than it was when they arrived. They seek no accolade for what they do. Doing good is simply a part of who they are. Like breathing. They cannot help it. Good just flows.

They are out there, quietly working behind the scenes. Do not listen to the loud voices that shout the odds, instead listen to the small quiet and quiet voice that seeks to uplift rather than to destroy. They are always there quietly making a difference.


 
Valais Black Nose Sheep
Yorkshire


Sheep with black faces make me smile. I don't know why.  Perhaps it is because they are different than the usual and I like things that are different and that stand out from the crowd.

One of the things that amazed me when I first moved over to the U.K. was the abundance of sheep.  As soon as you moved out of the cities, they were everywhere.  Dotting the hillsides. In the really rural areas, they wandered freely or at least that is how it seemed. But they were not really free, there was always some sort of protection for them. They were not trespassing on your right of way, you were trespassing on theirs.

I used to love to drive into North Wales. I remember a lovely picnic enjoyed in the middle of seemingly nowhere with the whistle of the steam train from Llangollen echoing through the air.

Does anything taste any better than a simple cheese and pickle sandwich eaten in the open air with a train whistle in the background?  I think not!  What a blessing to have had these experiences.


 

I have not seen any bumblebees yet this year, but then I haven't got any flowers in my yard as of yet. They always loved the borage in our garden in the U.K. as well as many other plants.  I had one that I cannot remember the name of. The blooms hung in clusters, like little lanterns.  It was one that came back every year.  The bees loved it.  Also, when our palm tree bloomed it was covered with bees. I remember the year that it first bloomed. I had never seen a palm tree bloom before. 

We also used to get some really beautiful butterflies there. Peacock butterflies were my favorites. 

I cannot erase those 20 years of my life. Better to remember the things in it and the people which brought me joy, and there were many of those.


 



That is the way that I feel about my home.  I am at peace here. Perfect peace. It is my sanctuary and my haven. Everyone needs a spot where they can feel this way. A place untarnished and unspotted by the negativity of the world. To me, when I enter my home, I am standing upon sacred ground in a Holy place. My Temple away from the Temple. A place where I feel safe and comfortable.  I am surrounded by things which I love, and which bring me peace and joy. Things which remind me of people that I care about and the things in life which are important to me. Things which feed my soul and my spirit with positivity. It is my Home Sweet Home, and all that I invite to share it with me is that which uplifts and inspires. What I read. What I watch.  What I listen to.  What I seek. Only that which brings positivity into my sphere of existence is invited.  I may not have much control over what happens or transpires outside these four walls, but I can totally control what is here in my little corner of the world and I choose joy, peace and comfort.




I cannot remember if I remembered to tell you or not, but Mac is doing much, much better. Gaining his weight back, eating, etc.  Thank goodness! Thank you for all of your happy thoughts and prayers.



 

We are expecting a lot of rain over the next few days. It hasn't started just yet, but it is coming.  There is actually a heavy rain warning in effect for this area until this evening. The lawns are all looking fresher and greener here and the trees are all in bud.  


I am going with Cindy this afternoon to take dad and his friend Maryann to the mall for a visit with each other.  We will go off and do our own thing while they visit. I need to make a list of things I need to pick up, so I will close this now and leave you with a thought for the day . . . 

A thought to carry with you . . . 

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When it's dark look for stars.
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Banana Crumb Cake



In The English Kitchen today, Banana Crumb Cake. This snack cake sized cake is fabulous. Moist cake with a baked in streusel topping.  Simple to make and as perfectly at home with a hot drink as it is with a scoop of ice cream.



I hope to catch up on all of my comments later today!  I hope you have a lovely weekend.  May you be blessed, happy, inspired and healthy.  Don't forget!



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Friday, 25 April 2025

Dear Neighbor . . .

 

 FRIDAY, April 25th, 2025
3 Estate Lane, Nova Scotia
5*C/ 42*F  Overcast


Dear Neighbor,

It was such a beautiful sunny day yesterday.  Dry and warmish, neighbors were sitting out on their decks. Cindy and I went to Will's viewing yesterday afternoon. It was nice to be able to pay our respects to the family. Lots of photographs were on view. Will looked lovely and at peace, with her bible and her rosary in her hands. She looked ten years younger. Cindy said Will would have loved that idea. But then again, who wouldn't.





The sun was just beautiful coming through the windows last evening.  I couldn't help but notice the special glow it gave to Cinnamon's fur as she lay sleeping in her basket in front of the window.  Such a brilliant color. It is hard to believe that they both fit into that basket comfortably once upon a time now, but they did. They will be three years old soon. 

That dark grey tabby was back to visit them yesterday. I had to go out and shoo him away with the broom again.  He hisses and spits and growls at them and attacks the window screen. I don't know who he belongs to. I did see a collar on him yesterday, so he does belong to someone.

It's a dangerous thing to let you cats just wander about. Especially with such busy roads close by, not to mention the coyotes. Someone posted on FB the other day with a photograph of a cat they rescued that had been shot with a paintball gun.  What is wrong with people?  Man's hearts are surely waxing cold in this modern-day world. There are still plenty of good people about for sure, but there are plenty of nasty ones as well. It makes me sad to think about it.






Just a sign of the times they say, and I suppose it is.  Makes me happier than ever for my little spot of repose here within my four safe walls. When I am out and about, I try not to be judgmental of others.


  "Be kind everyone you meet is carrying a heavy burden." 
~Ian MacLaren 


It is hard though. I may not be outwardly unkind, but sometimes I cannot help those unkind thoughts from creeping in. I know it should not matter. Kept in the mind, those thoughts are not really hurting anyone. Who am I really harming by thinking those things. Well, the answer is a simple one. Me.

In thinking unkind thoughts, I am reinforcing a habit of negativity and that is not something I really want to do.  If no one else, I am wounding myself. I am not being my best self, and "I" know it, even if nobody else does.

Our thoughts always matter. I need to be better at letting go of my own righteousness and giving people the benefit of the doubt, even if I am the only person who knows I am doing so.





My stack of crochet squares grows taller. I need to start crocheting them together or this blanket will never be done. I wanted to pick up some cotton yarn the other day when Cindy and I were at Michaels.  They did have cotton yarn, but it was not the one I am used to. The kind that comes with the dishcloth pattern attached.  I was going to pick up knitting needles also, but did not know what size to get.  I love those knitted cotton dishcloths most of all.  I much prefer them over any dishcloths that you can buy these days. The normal ones seem to be so flimsy in comparison.

Mom had a lot of those hand-knitted dish cloths and hand towels as well. I had one of mom's hand towels, but sadly it got into the wash and discolored with all of my underwear not so long ago along with something that dyed everything an ungodly splotchy grape color.  Sigh . . . 





I noticed a few ants in the bathroom the other day.  Ant season is about to begin, and I hate it.  Because we have no basements beneath our units, our homes here sit directly on a concrete slab.  Our soil is very sandy here and ants are a problem anyways, but even more so when there is no cellar beneath the house. I dug out all of the ant traps/baits I have stored up and am planning on giving everything a good vacuum today and then putting them out.  Let's see if I cannot nip them right in the bud.


I remember when I had finished my vocational training and gotten my first job away from home. For a few months, until I got married, I worked at Atlantic Speedy Propane in Kentville. I boarded with an older woman in a big old Victorian house in Kentville. Mrs. Boats.  She had ants.  I can remember watching them crawl around the edge of my dinner plate. A shame really as her food was really good.

I was so shy back then.  Those couple of months I boarded in Kentville I did not do anything outside of go to work every day and home to the boarding house at night. I was in bed reading by 7 at night, all showered and in my pajamas. I would never have dreamed of taking myself to a movie or anything else. I was too afraid to do anything on my own. My big treat was to go to the Metropolitan lunch counter on pay day and buy myself lunch.  Mrs. Boats made me a packed lunch every day.  With homemade bread.

My home away from home.





Poor Sheila was knocking on my door first thing yesterday morning. Her heat pump again.  Apparently, her sister-in-law had been there the day before and had been fiddling with all of the buttons on it. I went over to have a look and sure enough she had put it onto air con.  I was able to put it back to what it should have been on for her. I think she fiddles with it herself a lot anyways. She is obsessed with it. Her electric bill was too high this last time she says, and she is blaming the heat pump, which is probably actually saving her money.  It was several hundred more than mine. 

 A lot of people's bills went up this last time. I am not sure why.  It is quite scary to these older people who are on fixed incomes. There is not a lot in place to help the elderly in this country. Not like there is in some other countries. I know that in the U.K. I had free prescriptions, eye care and dental. There is nothing like that here.  There is Nova Scotia pharmacare, but you still pay a premium for that.  I paid almost $600 for that last year, and I also had to pay a portion of my prescriptions anyways. One of my prescriptions is over $100 and the pharmacare does not cover that one so I pay the full knock. 

Everything is getting very expensive these days. I am grateful that I do not smoke cigarettes or drink alcohol. I do not know how people who do are making their ends meet. It must be very difficult for them.

I just keep muddling away and relying on the Grace of God to get me through whatever I need to get through.


 

I managed to do some work in my journal yesterday. I have filled the one and am now working on the second one. I don't know if anyone will put any value on any of them in the long run, but I do enjoy doing them.  They mean something to me.

I started watching a new program on Netflix yesterday.  Sullivan's Landing. I had not noticed it before. it takes place here in Nova Scotia. The scenery in it is beautiful.  It is up more towards the Halifax area on the coast. 

I think all of the coastline of Nova Scotia is beautiful anyways.  I wish I was brave enough and had enough money to take myself on a trip around the province, but it would not be much fun on my own and now I have the cats to think about as well.  

That reminds me, I need to have another couple of housekeys cut. Cindy cannot find the one I had given her.




Speaking of keys, these are the crochet key holders my sister has been making.  Aren't they cute?  I love them. I think she is planning on selling them. I don't know which one I love most. The pug dog is really cute, but so are the other dogs and that fox is adorable. I think she is planning on selling them. I am not sure of how much she will charge. It takes hours and hours to do one. Totally adorable however.

I don't know how she has the patience for this type of close work. I did when I was younger, but my eyes and my patience would let me down now.

She does such beautiful work. Everything she sets her hand to is amazingly well done.





The birds are all busy nesting now. I had quite a few at the fat slab again yesterday and even some mourning doves along the front railing. The cats were very interested in them. Nice big birds compared to what they usually see. My sister thinks that some crows have a nest in her yard.  She feeds the crows peanuts every day. They actually call to her reminding her that they want their peanuts. They are such smart birds. 

I admire all of these creatures with their wit and will to live. It is amazing to me that they live through the harsh winters that we have with all of the cold and the adverse weather. It is a miracle to me. God made them in such a way as they do, however. Bodys perfectly built to endure the temperature fluctuations. I am grateful that I do not have to do it.

And with that I best sign off and leave you with a thought to carry with you. Thank you so much for visiting with me each day. I surely do appreciate you.

A thought to carry with you . . . 



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Creamy Honey Mustard Chicken



In The English Kitchen today, Creamy Honey Mustard Chicken. This was fabulously tasty. It is a small batch recipe that goes together in a flash. You can be enjoying it in less than half an hour. Its delicious.


I hope you have a beautiful Friday!  I am not sure what I will get up to today, but I will keep busy for sure. Whatever you get up to, don't forget!


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Thursday, 24 April 2025

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! 


 


Brambly Hedge.  I used to make the dolls and sell them.




This is one of them. So much fun to make.


 

Pretty fabrics  . . . 


 

Chicks dressed up as bunnies  . . . 


 

Bunnies!!


 

This  . . .  such a pretty corner  . . . 


 


Pretty milk jugs, creamers  . . . 


 

Cake and cake domes  . . . 


 

Bumble bees  . . .  so industrious.


 


Pretty stones, rocks, crystals  . . . 


 

Buttons . . . 


 


Paper, nibs and bows . . . 


 


A cottage by the river  . . . 


 


Tacos  . . . 


 

A thatched roof  . . . stone courtyard  . . . 


 

Tulips  . . . 


 

Fiddleheads  . . .  there is an optimum time to get them.


 

Notebooks  . . . 


 

Plants in baskets  . . . 


 

Spring blooms  . . . 


 

Spirals  . . . 


 

A friend who "gets" you . . . 


 

Lilacs  . . .  won't be long now  . . . 


 

Sprouts  . . . 


 

A good night's sleep  . . . 


 

A front porch rocker  . . . 


And those are my favorite things for this week. Maybe some of them were also yours!


A thought to carry with you . . . 


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 *.˛.Nothing ever seems 
impossible in the spring
you know.
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~L. M. Montgomery
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Sweet Onion Vinaigrette Dressing



In the kitchen today  . . .  Sweet Onion Vinaigrette Dressing. So yummy!

It's a beautiful sunny day out there today.  Everything always seems better on a sunny day don't you think?  I slept well last night but woke up about 4 a.m. with nightmares. I did manage to fall back asleep, but then started having bad dreams again an hour or so later.  Dreams . . .  you just can't control them can you? I wish!

Cindy and I had a great day yesterday.  It's always nice to spend the time together. I did not spend much money actually. My wants were very few, but I did get some of that pineapple in coconut water I have been craving!

Have a lovely day!  Be happy!  Don't forget!

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