Saturday, 3 October 2026

Saturday Nice . . .

 

God  . . .  may I write a poem for Thee alone
And put it here beside Thy shining throne,
That at some golden sunrise you may find
It laying there -- I know You will not mind
That one earth-child with gratitude aflame
Should pen a humble sonnet to Thy name.

I want to thank Thee with a grateful heart
For this dear world off which I am part,
For little pools like mirrors set to catch
And hold in willing thrall my garden path.
For frosted windows . . . violet tinted snow,
And the shy way that water lilies grow.

And oh so many things -- like fire shine,
The frail half opened horns of columbine,
Glossed fruit in shining clusters on a tree,
Wind-ruffled waters . . . white caps out to sea,
A thousand miracles that speak Thy praise,
Crowding with wonder even rainy days.
~Edna Jacques, Poem . . . To God
Aunt Hatties Place, 1949

I love this poem I am sharing this morning.  No surprise there, I am a believer and God is very important in my life. It's always been so. I am grateful for that because it has made my life a whole lot easier, this level of faith that I carry. All the lows, all the highs  . . .  everything that has touched my life from the sight of a baby's tiny fingers curled around my own, a sky painted with scarlets, azures and purples as the sun sets  . . .  the tiny leaves on the maple tree out back as they slowly unfurl in the spring . . . everything speaks to me of a God who cares and who knows and who just is. I have seen and felt His power working in my life in amazing and unimaginable ways and I cannot . . .  will not . . .  apologize for that or deny His presence. Maybe I am just one of the blessed ones, but I don't think so. I believe He loves all of His children and will make His presence know to each of us if we allow it. Even those of us in the most dire of circumstances. And maybe my circumstances haven't been dire enough, maybe I haven't been tested enough, but I hope and pray that if things ever get to be the worst of the worst for me, that I won't lose my faith. It has carried me well in life thus far.


 


October is the month when the brew-houses and the cider-presses are as hard at work in the north as are the wine vats in southern countries. At the time of year when the burst berries of the spindle tree are showing orange and pink in the hedges it would not be possible to walk five miles through the lanes of somerset without becoming aware that it is the cider-making season. In dim, wasp-drunken orchards, the poetical fruit . . . lies piled up in massed heaps under great trees so old that they might very well have been saplings during the spring months of the Duke of Monmouth's adventure, so leaned down do their grey trunks look and so drooping with the years of their crooked boughs. I have seen cider-presses in remote farms that must have been squeezing out the delicious juices of famous Somersetshire apples such as Trasks, Taunton Blacks, and Jack Horners, season after season since the eighteenth century. The crushing process is assisted by laying the apples on straw, and, after the last drop of brown syrup has been strained off, the residue of pulp, a cider-cake, is tossed on the ground for the cattle to nuzzle at.

~Llewelyn Powys (1884-1939), from The Twelve Months, 1936

What a beautiful drive we had up the valley yesterday to Wolfville. The sun was shining and the trees were dressed in their finest autumn dress. The scarlets . . . oranges  . . . cinnamons . . . yellows . . . ambers . . . there was no end to the colours on display.  The fruit on the trees of the orchards we drove past were laden with ruby red apples, ripe and ready for the picking, whereas the last time I had driven through that way they were barely discernable on the boughs.

Kentville had its pumpkin people out.  Every year they have a pumpkin people display, usually on a different theme and this year was no different. They were everywhere, delighting with their toothless grins and antics. I think the theme this year must have been fairy tales or some such as I saw lots of dragon and even Snow White and the Dwarfs. Such a fun thing.

We got to the Henninger's Farm Market and there were lots of children there in their little school groups with their teachers getting ice creams. It was noisy and exciting, and took me back to a day when I might have been that young and excited about a cone of ice cream . . . a very long time ago now, although ice cream still excites me.


 

I got my jug of apple cider, so fresh and appley. (Is that a word? Must be as my computer didn't flag it.) I also got a butternut squash and a sweet dumpling squash.  Oh, and the fudge, Cindy and I each got a little pot of fudge. They have every flavour under the sun when it comes to the fudge. You can buy a little pot of samples. That way you get to try many kinds.  After that we went to the Noggins Farm Market. They didn't have any cheese curds, but I did get a nice little slab of aged cheddar from the cheese farm. The last time I had it, it was soooooo creamy and delicious. I ate it all. I also got some really good looking back bacon and sliced ham.

We left there and went to Michaels (loo break, a must do at a certain age) and I got some coloured pens and a kneadable eraser. Then we went to the Pet store and I stocked up on cat food. I spent some time looking at the toys for cats, but really, they don't play a lot any more. Once in a while. Cinnamon still likes to play with pipe cleaners and they both like the catnip. 

We were surprised to see the time by then. How late it was getting. We really were dawdling in all of these places and having a good boo around.

We drove back down the valley and went to the Costco outlet in Cambridge and I picked up two cases of the sugar free sparkling water for when Eileen is with me. She drinks a lot of water and I didn't want to be running to the store every day.  



I might have been really naughty and bought a bag of these.  Oh my goodness. These are amazing. To be doled out only in minute amounts and sparingly. They are that good. I think you could probably sit down and do a lot of damage if you had no self control. (Me at times. But I am being very good lately.) These are crunchy and sweet and nutty, with just the right amount of cinnamon flavour.

Oh, I do love cinnamon.

Then we went to our last farm market the other side of Aylesford, Nichols.  That's where I picked up the bulk of my squash. I got a sweet mama, an acorn, some other orangish coloured one and a nice Candy-baker one. 

Yes, there is a lot of squash in my future. Its a good thing I like it eh?

Then we headed home.  By the time we fueled up the car and I got home it was about 3:30.  So a long day out. But so much fun. I think Cindy and I always solve all of the world's problems while we are on these long drives.  I love spending time like this together. I am so blessed to have a sister I love so much and get along with so well. Best friends for more years than I can count.


 

HOW TO FALL GRACEFULLY INTO AUTUMN

Treat yourself to a different variety of apple. Its true when they say that an apple a day does keep the doctor away, and research has proven this to have some basis in fact. Now when all of the apples are ripening is the time to try something new. Cindy and I fell in love with the red-fleshed sweet/tart apples a few years back. There are so many varieties out there, and they are coming up with newer ones all the time. It's the perfect time to bite into a new-to-you variety.

Pick up some paperwhites. Paperwhite narcissus bulbs easily grow indoors, whether in a container with pebbles and water or potted in soil. You can buy these spring flowering bulbs now for forcing indoors as fall fades into winter. Paperwhites typically take three to six weeks to bloom, so if you plan and plant accordingly, you can have delicate greens and fresh white flowers to sweeten the winter holidays.

Act like a Squirrel. Gather acorns and freeze them for a week to make sure you've eliminated any lingering stowaways.  Then, using fingernail polish, paint the bottom of the portion of the acorn. Frosted bronzes or coppery enamels are really nice, but any colour can add a tint of magic to a bowl on a table top. Leave the caps natural. Spray with a clear coat of acrylic to preserve them from year to year. Crazy and whimsical joy-makers.

Mini pumpkins contain their own bit of Autumn magic. (Think Cinderella's carriage.) A few of these on display will sweeten the season on the mantle for quite a while. If you can mix the orange with a few white ones (baby boo) even better and more magical.

Set the table. Make your bed. Change out your summery bed and table linens with something really autumnal. The same goes for throw pillows that can instantly add a tweak of seasonal delight.

Fire up your candles. Now that the nights are drawing in and its getting dark earlier and light later, it's the time for light, clean-burning candles. They add a flicker of romance and a touch of warmth. I love autumnal scents like spicy apple and pumpkin.  I even have some which smell like woodsmoke and burning leaves. Simply wonderful.

Make a simmer pot. Transition from summer to fall with a simple simmer pot to freshen indoor air and add humidity to your home environment.  Now that summer's heat doesn't discourage us from firing up the stove, but cooler weather encourages us to close up windows, a simmer pot can help to keep indoor air smelling fresh and lively rather than stale.  Here's a good recipe. To a pan of water add one sliced fresh lemon, a few sprigs of fresh rosemary, a tablespoon of black peppercorns, and a splash of vanilla. Bring it to a simmer and let it release it's wonderful fragrance for 10 or 15 minutes. (Don't forget that its simmering away though, you won't want it to simmer dry.)

Go back to school. It's a great time of year to learn something new. Take a new exercise class, or a painting class, etc.

Haul out your afghans, blankets and throws. Drape them over sofa and chair. Textile layers add warmth, texture and cozy.


 

I'll be picking up Eileen later this morning for our weekend sleepover.  She will be bringing her suitcase of what she needs for the recovery time here after her operation and an overnight bag for the hospital.  It's also my church's bi-annual conference weekend, so I am encouraged by that.  I'll pick Eileen up at 11 and then take her to the grocery store. She always likes to go to the grocery store to get snacks. Then I have the first session at 1. I am taking her out to a late lunch/early supper of burgers at 3. We'll go to that place we went to before that had such fantastic burgers. Then we will watch the second session. She usually does her diamond art while we are watching, and she loves the Tabernacle choir as much as I do. There is a singer in the choir who looks like like Ned Flanders from the Simpsons. Every time they sing we play find Ned, and whoever finds/sees him first gets a small treat. Its fun.

After that there will be just enough time to watch a short film or some such. Something upbeat I think. I am going to cook the back bacon for her in the morning. And she will have to get things ready to go as her dad will be picking her up at 1. Then I won't see her again until all is said and done.

I'm scared for her and trying to be upbeat and positive. She is such a brave girl. I wish I could be with her, but I can be with her after and that is a blessing. Were I still in the U.K. I would not be here at all.

Another silver lining to what happened. God's timing is perfect.

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

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*Sunshine days are 
easy for everyone
but weathering the heavy rain
reveals who is genuinely
invested in your story.


Creamy Lemon Rice Pudding


 In The English Kitchen this morning, Creamy Lemon Rice Pudding. This is quite simply amazing. Rich and cream, using only a few simple ingredients. Fall in love  . . . 

I hope you have a wonderful weekend. Its a sunny one here, but is supposed to cool down a lot. Whatever you get up to, don't forget!

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Thursday, 1 October 2026

Dear Neighbor . . .

 
Deer crossing the low river last year.

 

OCTOBER 1st, 2026
Estate Lane, Nova Scotia
12*C/54*F
Cloudy with a chance of meatballs

Dear Neighbour,

Sorry I couldn't resist. Every time I say it's a cloudy day I want to say that.  Yes, this IS a day early, but tomorrow my sister and I are going on a road trip so I won't have time to write my usual missive. I knew you wouldn't mind. Things are going to be a bit chaotic over the next few days. I am still figuring out how I am going to fit everything in, but I will get it done. At least the important stuff anyways.

We had our usual Wednesday night supper out last night, but it was a bit discombulated.  There had been a really bad accident involving a car and a transport truck just the other side of the river on the way to Cindy's house early in the day yesterday, sadly involving fatalities. At the usual time for she and dad to leave, the road was still blocked so they had to come a different way, and when they went to go home, sadly it was also still blocked so they had to go a different way home as well. It's always upsetting when something like a bad accident happens. You are filled with a mix of sadness and relief that it wasn't you, especially when it is a road you take all the time.

Dad also had an accident just before they went to leave so Cindy had to get him changed, etc. He seemed very out of it last night. He is just not himself these days. I am seeing a rapid decline. Of course he did not have his hearing aids so that might have added to his confusion, but in all honesty I am not sure how much longer he can handle these outings, as much as he does love to go out. I think he even chose himself not to go a few times over this past week, so not like him.



 


Here we are now into the month of October. I think it is going to pass in a blur.  This weekend is the Autumn General Conference for my church, with four sets of talks going.  Eileen will be here Saturday night and I will get her settled in for what will probably be a couple of week's stay. She leaves on Sunday afternoon for Halifax, has her operation on Monday, and hopefully returns on Tuesday.  Canadian Thanksgiving is next weekend, the 12th of October.  Then there are weeks of recovery and Halloween to look forward to at the end of month. A busy, busy month when all is said and done, but I have to agree with Anne Shirley in saying I am a girl who loves Octobers. Every season here in the Maritimes holds it's own glory, but October  . . . that is the jewel in Autumn's crown. 

The air becomes as cool as an old metal teaspoon, and there is a faint tang of blue woodsmoke spice carried in the air. The colour of the maples dazzle the eyes, giving forth light like closer suns. The oaks glow with garnet fire and all the thickets are ablaze with scarlets, pale gold and cinnamon. Autumn's tune is in full swing and we cannot help but dance to it's sweet melody. It's such a pretty song.


 


Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love -- that makes life and nature harmonise. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one's very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn. My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
~George Elliot (1819-1880), from a letter to Miss Lewis, 1 October 1841

I know just how Mr. Elliot felt. It is the season of glorious.  I am really looking forward to our trip up the valley tomorrow.  If I can remember I will take some photos to share on the weekend of the colours. I can't wait to get a jug of fresh apple cider. Maybe some good apples and of course there is the squash. I love the huge variety that we have available at this time of year.

Its funny how much I love squash. I would have never thought that I would as it was something I really disliked when I was growing up. I think, perhaps, that I just disliked the way that our mother cooked it. It was always boiled and soggy, without a lot of flavour.  I do not blame her, she didn't know any better. That was just the way it was always done in her family.

As an adult I have come to appreciate this wonderful gourd for all of it's delicious properties. Steamed or roasted  . . .  I have not yet met one I did not enjoy.  Done properly the flesh is sweet and earthy. I love it with lots of butter, salt and pepper, simply mashed, but I would never turn down a plate of it caramelized and roasted in the oven. I always add a pinch of brown sugar to it when I mash it and when I am roasting it a drizzle of maple syrup is never a mistake. There is NOTHING wrong about that!



 


The neighbour across the way has fully moved in now and has stayed there the last few nights. These places never stay empty for very long. That is how great the demand for housing is in this area. The luxury apartments that have just been built in town now have a huge banner hanging on them saying "Now Leasing."  They are quite expensive for what you get, but each (even those on the ground floor) has it's own balcony, heat pump, and there is underground parking along with a private gym and laundry facility.  I am not sure how many people will be able to afford the rents, however.

There is a house that is just finished being built just down the road. There had been a lot for sale there for many years, filled with lovely big trees. I don't think it ever sold, but the person who owned it chopped the trees down and has built a house there which is now for sale. A simple 1100 sq foot bungalow, two bedrooms, one bath, open concept and they are selling it for almost $400,000. In an area which is economically depressed. I cannot imagine anyone from here being able to afford it.  It will be bought, no doubt by away folk, same with the apartments. The rents for those are over $2000 a month. 

That may not seem a lot if you live elsewhere or in the city, but here in the valley it is somewhat astronomical.  Unless you are in the military you are not making huge sums of money. But people will somehow scrape it up.  To be honest, I do not know how family's are making ends meet anymore. It must be so hard.



 

Sometimes I do get a bit afraid of how I am going to continue to pay for where I am living. My income is so reliant on the whims of the internet and google, to be honest, and AI is really playing with that a lot. I would be lying if I said I don't get scared at times.  No fun when you are in your 70's at a time in life when you should be able to just sit back and enjoy your golden years, but it is what it is.

It does add a layer of stress to my life, I'm not gonna lie. I was feeling a bit stressed out by it the other day and then I read this, just when I needed to:

I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat; or about your body, what you will wear. For life is more than food, and the body more than clothes. Consider the ravens: They do not sow or reap, they have no storeroom or barn; yet God feeds them. And how much more valuable you are than birds? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to your life? Since you cannot do this very little thing, why do you worry about the rest?

Consider how the wild flowers grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today, and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, how much more will he clothe you - you of little faith!
~Luke 12: 22-28 NIV

Talk about a reminder, and yes a chastisement. When I look at all the things He put in place for me to be here, now, I should not worry. I know it is only human to do so, but really . . .  He has been taking care of me all along.  Why would He stop now. And so I just keep plugging along, believing and hoping that all will be well. Things have a way of working out, one way or the other.


 

I am not sure what all I will get up to today. I have some work to do of course, probably double or trip the work that I would normally do to make up for tomorrow and then Saturday.  Aside from that I will be tidying up and just doing the normal stuff I do every day. I do have laundry to put in and a few other things. Nobody has invented self cleaning clothing or houses that tidy themselves up yet, unfortunately. At least I never get bored. And so, with that in mind I best wind this down now.

A thought to carry with you  . . . 

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*We love our bread
We love our butter
but most of all
We love each other.
~Unknown


Classic British Sausage Casserole



In the Kitchen today, something I made yesterday. Classic British Sausage Casserole. Delicious comfort food for cooler days. I divided it up into freezer containers and took it over to Eileen when I went to pick her up for dinner. It did taste fabulous and I knew she would love it. She is going to have one today for her supper and freeze the rest. Hearty chunks of thick sausage, in a lush and tangy onion gravy. What's not to like?

I hope your Thursday goes very well.  Whatever you get up to, I hope it brings you joy and peace. Don't forget!


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Wednesday, 30 September 2026

Wednesday Witterings . . .

 


So here we are, once again, sitting at the end of another month. How can that be possible. It doesn't seem like it should be, yet here we are. Every day when I look at the end of my street, what was lovely and green and flush just a few days ago, is not a brilliant scarlet mixed with ochre and gold. Every time I hop into the car to go to my sister's place I am amazed at how quickly the landscape is changing. It is as if once it got started, like a ball rolling down the hill, momentum has been picked up and, well, here we are. Things are moving along very rapidly.


 

So I told you I had joined that plenty of fish site. Well, I am glad I didn't invest any money in it. To date I've only been contacted by one fella and he was in his early 60's. Just a few one line messages and it turns out he is already in a relationship, but is looking for an older woman with fringe benefits. Give me a break. See?  I told you. That's my fate. Always. 

I wasted no time in telling him he was barking up the wrong tree. 

I won't be investing in that site. I think I will just go back to the idea that I am on my own and am going to stay that way. I've dipped my toes into the water and I am not liking the temperature. Men are such jerks.  C'est la vie.


 

Cindy and I are planning a trip up the valley to the farm markets on Friday. I am looking forward to that. Collecting squashes and apple cider. Just spending the time together.  We wanted Eileen to go with us, but she has to pick up her hearing aids that day, so won't be able to join us. It's really our last chance to go before Eileen has her operation on Monday. I'm not sure how long the recovery/resting time will be from that and I won't be traveling very far from home once that happens. Not until she is all better.

I find myself crying over that every night. How could this beautiful baby girl of mine be in this situation? Would that it was me in her place. That I would expect. I'm old. I've lived my life. I'm just waiting for something to take me out if I am really being honest.  Not my baby. She's only 48.  Born into this world with disabilities already in place, hasn't she suffered enough in life? It somehow doesn't seem fair.  But then, life is not fair. Not for lots and lots of people. Does anyone really deserve this? I think not.

Somehow we just get handed these cards in life and it is up to us how we deal with them. I am impressed with her courage. I am so proud of her.  I wish that I could be with her on Monday.  To hold her hand, to be there when she wakes up. But alas . . . not to be.

And I would be lying if a part of me doesn't feel like my ex is being his typical jerk self. Taking over the situation and not including me  . . . again . . . locking me out of the room. He's been locking me out of the room since we separated, truth be told. This is nothing new. Over all these years, his attitude has been that anything to do with the children was none of my business. And, to be honest, I've let him treat me that way. I have never been a wave maker. Never. I just let people get on with it and bite my tongue. I had thought that we might be able to do this together.

If the step mom is there, I will be really seething. Sorry, but that's the truth. I'm only human. I can't help it.

In any case, Eileen will be coming here afterwards and I will be the soft space for her to land. Maybe that is more important. That she heals in an environment where she knows she is accepted and loved and comfortable.


 

I have come to realize late in life that I have always been a dreamer with  my head in the clouds. With a hearty lust for life and boundless daydreams, but at the same time full of insecurities.  I believed that life was one of happenstance and spontaneity.  Like a television sitcom.  Endlessly never-ending with the only constant being the wacky situations I would encounter on a daily basis and solve or get out of.  Problems solved in half an hour, an hour at most and then I'd live happily ever after. 

I've learned that, while serendipity has its place and can make life sweeter, life is really more about the minutia and routine and maintenance that gives it it's heft and value.  The battery pack to a life well lived. There is a great comfort to be found in the routine and sameness of one day following the next in single file.

Its easy to let the mind wander when your hands are in dishwater, or taking the laundry out of the washer and popping it into the dryer, but following a routine is also an invitation to genuinely savour the moment given. Slowing down and losing ourselves in these slow soft minutes gives us the chance to reflect on the blessing that is ours in having a home to come back to at the end of the day, or having some cats to take care of, or that good book that is waiting for us to crawl into bed with it. A bag full of yarn and hooks waiting for us to create something new. 

There is something quietly powerful about routine. The simple rhythms we return to day after day . . . morning light through the window, the first hot drink of the day, making the bed, tidying the kitchen . . .  they become the threads that hold our days together. Routine isn't about perfection or productivity. It's about creating a life that feels steady, comforting, and beautifully our own.

Choosing small rituals with intention, we build a home and a space that supports us. We create pockets of peace in a world that often feels rushed. We remind ourselves that a beautiful life isn't composed of grand gestures, but from the gentle repetition of what matters most  . . .  care, gratitude, presence.

A beautiful life grows quietly in the everyday. In the things we do again and again, with love.


 

"Nice library. Is one of these a trick book?"
"How so???" I ask
"Like you pull it off a shelf and a hidden door opens?"
"Oh, yeah" I respond . . .  "All of them."


Books have been my constant companions for as long as I can remember and for as long as I have had the ability to pick one up. From childhood afternoons curled up with a story to quiet evenings now with a book in my hands . . .   this has always felt like home.  Reading, it seems, has carried me all through the seasons of my life.  Nancy Drew and Anne Shirley. Enid Blyton. Meg from Little Women. Those inspiring historical romances that I enjoyed in my younger years that got me through many lonely nights as a young bride whose husband was often away from home.  The thrillers I used to love, written by Steven King, another stage I went through.  Books that made me feel smart like those written by Taylor Caldwell. Stages  . . .  each one offering me comfort, adventure, wisdom, and a thousand worlds to wander through whenever my heart needed them.

That's the magic of books, isn't it? With the single turn of a page, we can step into another time, another place, another life.  We can travel without moving, learn without trying, and feel deeply without ever leaving our favourite chair. Stories have a way of expanding us . . . reminding us that there is always something more to see, more to feel, more to imagine.

My love of reading has helped to shape me, gently, quietly, beautifully. It has given me courage, curiosity, and a sense of wonder that I carry into every day. And I'm grateful . . .  endlessly grateful . . . for the way a simple book can open a door and invite us into a world we didn't even know we needed. Hidden doors that open.  Stories that stay with us, adventures waiting on our shelves . . . 

I cannot imagine a life where I did not have the joy of cracking open a book and opening my heart and mind to a new adventure.


 

Although it is a holiday here today, I still have a busy day head of me. (Don't ask me what holiday it is, I have no idea.)  I want to pop to the Avery's behind me and pick up some carrots. I don't have a vegetable in the house.  And I have work to get done. Laundry to do. Minutia to carry me through another day of wandering through life.  And then there is supper with the family at the Big Scoop later on. Memory making.

A thought to carry with you . . . 

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*An ordinary life can be extraordinary,
there is beauty in imperfection,
and magic can be found in every day.
We just need to have eyes 
willing to notice and see it all.


Baked Sweet & Sour Chicken


In The English Kitchen today  . . .  Baked Sweet & Sour Chicken . . .  simple, delicious and built for two.

I hope you have a beautiful day.  Stay safe. Know you are valued.  Be happy and at peace. Don't forget!


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Tuesday, 29 September 2026

A Day Book . . .

 


FOR TODAY, September 29th, 2026



OUTSIDE MY WINDOW ...

Some of the beautiful colours showing themselves at the end of my street. This year I hope I can get a photo looking down the street towards the mountain. That is the prettiest view. It is hard to believe that tomorrow is the last day of September, but there we are. It is. September has just whizzed by.


I AM THINKING ...

I joined Plenty of Fish yesterday on a whim. I felt sick right afterwards. There has been some interest but I'm not willing to pay any money to find out and I actually am not sure I am ready for this. Not even talking to a real man. It scares me too much.


I AM ALSO THINKING ...

A part of what scares me is my age, and also I am no bathing beauty. And also I have been lied to so many times I don't trust anyone, not male anyways. I also am having a hard time believing that anyone sincere would be interested in me. One time, many, many years ago I was spending the weekend in Windsor with my sister. She wanted to go out to this hotel bar, so I went along with her.  She had lots of hot guys hitting on her, but the only guy who hit on me was a geriatric Chinese business man in town for the weekend. Case closed.


 

I AM GRATEFUL FOR ...

Where do I start?  We are going to be treated to the most stunning scenery over the next few weeks until we get a good storm that will shake all of the leaves from the trees. Prayer. I am so grateful for the many prayers offered on Eileen's behalf. I am so grateful for my faith which helps to keep me going. My home. My family. My friends. I just feel incredibly blessed.



I AM ALSO GRATEFUL FOR GRIEF  ... 

I thought I had already processed all my grief, but I have realized over these past weeks that I am only just now beginning to process it. And I have been crying every night when I am saying my prayers. I think these last almost six years I have been running ahead of it, trying to stay out of it's way, but I think it has finally caught up with me. But perhaps that is a good thing because maybe now I can start to put it all behind me. Right now I feel that if you scratched my surface it would all just come pouring out. Like I could cry, and cry, and cry.


Pepperoni Pizza Bubble Bread


IN THE KITCHEN ...

Quick and Cheesy, Pepperoni Pizza Pull-Apart Bread. Now that's a delicious mouthful. This was very simple to make, quick too and very VERY delicious. Its like Monkey Bread, Pizza-style. We did not have a dip with it, but you could serve it with ranch, blue cheese, Italian, etc. dressing. Whatever you think you might enjoy. I topped it with pepperoni, but you can top this tasty bread with whatever you like and enjoy!




ON MY "TO COOK" LIST ...

These Molasses Cream Pie Cookies look awfully good. From Just So Tasty. 



THIS I BELIEVE ...

I am sure we have all had people like this in our lives. I hope that I am never this kind of person.



SOMETHING THAT IS NICE  ...

The trick is not to let life break you, because if it can, it will. Don't let it. I hope that I will always have a soft heart and to be able to capture the goodness out of every day and hang onto it.




SOMETHING ELSE THAT IS NICE ...

He knows the end from the beginning and is already putting things in place in your life to help you deal with whatever is to come. I firmly believe that to be true. I have seen it in my own life.



I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO ...

October.  I love October.


I AM WANTING TO CREATE ...


 

Granny socks  . . . 


 

A granny wreath  . . . 



A granny tree skirt. I couldn't find the source.  Sigh  . . . 


 

Granny square Christmas Baubles  . . . 


 

Crochet Popcorn Garland . . . 


SOMETHING I ENJOY ...


Cat memes.  Some of them are quite funny.



SOMETHING ELSE I ENJOY ...

The Scriptures.


I AM READING ...




THE HOLY FIRM, A Lyrical Meditation on Nature, Mortality, and the Sacred , By Annie Dillard


"This is a book of great richness, beauty and power and thus very difficult to do justice to in a brief review. . . . The violence is sometimes unbearable, the language rarely less than superb. Dillard's description of the moth's death makes Virginia Woolf's go dim and Edwardian. . . . Nature seen so clear and hard that the eyes tear. . . . A rare and precious book." — Frederick Buechner, New York Times Book Review 

 A profound book about the natural world—both its beauty and its cruelty—from Pulitzer Prize-winning author Annie Dillard In 1975 Dillard took up residence on an island in Puget Sound, in a wooden room furnished with "one enormous window, one cat, one spider, and one person." For the next two years she asked herself questions about time, reality, sacrifice, death, and the will of God. In Holy the Firm, she writes about a moth consumed in a candle flame, about a seven-year-old girl burned in an airplane accident, about a baptism on a cold beach. But behind the moving curtain of what she calls "the hard things—rock mountain and salt sea," she sees, sometimes far off and sometimes as close by as a veil or air, the power play of holy fire.

How to live with grace and wonder in the natural world.


THINGS THAT CATCH MY FANCY ...


 

Cozy chairs to curl up in. I think I have wanted one since I was a child and heard the Friendly Giant talking about them.



Pillows with ruffles  . . . 


 

Cozy little writing nooks  . . . 




Red and white  . . . 


 

House magnets  . . . 


MAKES ME SMILE ...


This was one of those facebook meme thingies. I am supposed to belong in the 70's Disco age, Love, Peace and all that. I did like the picture though, and it makes me want to grow my hair again, although there is not much I can do to my face. Not that I would be willing to do or pay for, at any rate. 


SOMETHING TO WATCH ...

 


Mad About You, on ROKU  I love this show.
It sure takes me back. I was in my thirties when it was on the air, so about the same age as them.  Only difference, I had been married for more than a year and I had five children that I was raising.


A THOUGHT TO CARRY WITH YOU ...

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*The world is full of poems,
but you have to be quiet to hear them.
~Mary Oliver


And that is my daybook for this week!  Thanks always for being here!


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Have a beautiful day!  Don't forget!  

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